The next morning.
As soon as Shen Zhiyi stood up, he asked the maid to bring Samus in.
He was dressed in a black knight's uniform, with a slender and upright figure, and his long black hair was tied back. Because of his cold white skin and delicate features, he looked even more elegant than most nobles.
He stood there with his hands hanging down, his eyelashes drooping slightly.
Every line on his face seemed to be drawn with ink, and because of his nonchalant expression, it was tinged with indifference and coldness.
A blend of rich and cool.
Very eye-catching.
It seems as if he was born to be watched, but no one dares to approach him easily.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at the dark circles under his eyes and raised his hand lazily.
"come over."
Her voice was lazy, like someone who had just woken up. "Help me change my clothes."
Samuel's body stiffened.
"What?" He suddenly raised his eyes.
I suspect I heard it wrong.
"Hurry up," Shen Zhiyi urged, frowning, "I don't have much patience."
"Or do you want me to sign a contract?"
She glanced at him slightly, her eyes full of pressure.
Samuel pursed his lips and tightened his jawline. "I have never done such a thing."
When he was wandering in the past, he stayed away from people.
ă±—The dungeon is also naked.
Her skirt was so complicated and delicate, with so many layers of fabric, how would he know how to wear it?
Even though he thought so in his heart, he still moved his feet and walked to the bed.
Shen Zhiyi took his hand and stood up, "Won't you get it if you do it a few more times?"
"As my master's man, you can't say you can't do it."
"If you say so... I can learn."
She looked at him intently.
Samuel's heart skipped a beat.
My fingertips touched her fingertips, which were warm and soft, and had the sweet scent of the quilt.
He thought of the delicate touch last night, and his whole body went numb. He withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.
Shen Zhiyi turned around indifferently.
"Help me take it off." She put her long hair to one side, revealing her back, and turned slightly to the side, motioning him to untie the nightgown's ties at the side of her waist.
Samuel looked at her snow-white shoulders and neck, his Adam's apple rolling, and reached out awkwardly to untie the straps.
The nightgown slipped off.
Revealing a piece of delicate and shiny skin like silk, the curves are outlined and tightened, and a narrow and snow-white section is condensed at the waist.
Further down...
Samuel's breathing suddenly became heavier.
He suddenly closed his eyes and turned sideways.
A suspicious blush appeared uncontrollably at the base of his ears.
The air was filled with her warm fragrance, like an invisible net, trapping him tightly.
There is no way around it.
He felt uncomfortable all over, clenched his fists, and the lines on his body were tense and cold.
"The clothes are over there."
Shen Zhiyi pointed to a pile of clothes not far away.
A corset, petticoat, stockings... and an elaborate court dress.
"You have to help me put these on piece by piece."
Samuel's pupils suddenly shrank.
Shen Zhiyi tilted her head, saw his expression, raised her eyebrows and smiled.
It was like he was the one taking off all his clothes.
She spoke lazily, "You are my master's beastly husband. From now on, you must stay by my side and be my personal servant."
"You'd better get used to this kind of thing sooner rather than later."
Her tone suddenly rose, "Could it be... are you shy?"
Samuel felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion.
He turned his face away suddenly.
"You're overthinking it."
How could he possibly react to someone who abused him?
No, it's impossible...
What's more, she was most likely doing it on purpose.
Torturing him intentionally.
Samuel's expression turned cold. He grabbed the clothes, stood behind her, avoided her sight, and helped her put them on.
Tie the belt, adjust the hem of the skirt, and put on the jewelry...
Even though he was very careful, every step he took would inevitably touch her skin.
Those subtle touches, like tiny electric currents, flowed through his blood.
It was not easy to suppress the restlessness, which kept coming back.
He hated this feeling of being controlled.
They also feel disgusted with their own bodies and have shameful reactions to them.
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