Shen Zhiyi walked into the small cubicle.
As soon as the curtain was lowered, I froze.
Qingyuan was wearing a coarse cloth short jacket, the front of which was completely open, and the waistband was loosely tied, half-covering his chest muscles, abdominal muscles and V-line.
A few strands of her long hair fell down in front of her.
His brows and eyes fell.
He looked embarrassed to look at her, yet opened his arms, obediently letting her do as she pleased...
I felt a strange surge of desire.
Shen Zhiyi swallowed hard.
Although she had seen him naked on the beach, his fish tail and scales made everything seem so natural.
But now, he is half-covered, half-revealed, and his cheeks are flushed.
In this cramped space, a lingering warmth inexplicably stirred, revealing a forbidden allure...
Shen Zhiyi's cheeks felt slightly warm.
He shook his head.
Shake off those strange thoughts from your mind.
She stepped forward, tucked his long hair behind his back, and carefully tidied it up, starting from the inside of his shirt.
Qingyuan lowered his eyes, staring at the hairpin swaying by Shen Zhiyi's temple and the delicate, small nose that was so close to hers.
The cool beads brushed lightly against his chest skin as she turned her head.
Her breath was warm.
It brushed against him almost imperceptibly...
Two extreme feelings stirred a terrible reaction in his heart.
Not to mention, when she was helping him get dressed, she wrapped her arms around his lean waist.
It was as if she was completely encircling and hugging him.
Qingyuan's chest heaved.
The blood in my body started to flow backward.
She let out a soft gasp as she tightened her belt.
"What's wrong?" Shen Zhiyi looked up, loosening her grip. "Did you tighten it too much?"
"No." Qingyuan shook his head, realizing that his voice had become hoarse at some point.
His mouth was dry, so he looked away.
"Are you done?"
He found it hard to bear.
"Alright." Shen Zhiyi straightened the hem of his shirt, and when she looked at him again, she was still taken aback.
This person...
She looks so elegant even in a coarse linen shirt...
“You have to tie your hair up too.” She looked around, found a strip of cloth in the small cubicle, and picked it up casually.
She compared herself to him and realized she couldn't reach him.
"Squat down."
"Turn back around."
Qingyuan obediently squatted down and turned around as instructed.
The space has become smaller.
Shen Zhiyi was squeezed so much that she barely had room to stand. She could only stand on tiptoe and lean over to help him tie up his white hair.
Her slender, pale fingers slipped into her long hair and slowly gathered it together.
The fingertips and nails brushed against his scalp, easily sending a shiver down his spine.
Qingyuan's broad back trembled slightly.
Shen Zhiyi lost her balance and fell onto his back.
"Hmm!"
Softly pressed against the mountain ridge.
Shen Zhiyi cried out in surprise, but her voice was deliberately lowered, making it soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against Qingyuan's ear.
He suddenly froze on the spot.
His eyes were reddish at the corners, and the dark blue lines on his forehead deepened inch by inch.
"Miss Chen, are you ready?" the innkeeper asked from outside the door. "Would you like me to come in and help?"
Shen Zhiyi hurriedly got up.
"No need." She tightened her grip and quickly tied Qingyuan's hair up. "We'll be done soon."
Qingyuan's scalp was pulled painfully.
The pain, however, brought him back to his senses.
He calmed his breathing and forcibly suppressed the agitation within him.
Shen Zhiyi lifted the curtain and went out.
Qingyuan followed them out.
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he saw his appearance.
"Young master, you are indeed handsome." He clicked his tongue in admiration. "I never thought that even the most inconspicuous clothes in my shop could be worn by you in such an elegant and unparalleled way."
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was wearing fine clothes worth five hundred taels of silver.
Who would have thought it would only cost a mere twenty coins?!
Seeing his excited expression, Shen Zhiyi's eyes darted around.
He leaned closer to the shopkeeper and whispered, "If you like it, shopkeeper, why don't we paint his portrait and put it at the shop entrance to attract customers? What do you think?"
"Really?!" the shopkeeper exclaimed eagerly.
“Of course.” Shen Zhiyi’s eyes sparkled, and her smile deepened. “Twenty taels of silver for one painting.”
"Twenty taels?!" the shopkeeper exclaimed, his lips twitching.
Isn't she the one who's robbing people?
Shen Zhiyi, however, spoke with certainty: "If you hang up his portrait, even if the price of this outfit rises to two qian of silver, someone will still want it."
"Moreover, if people knew that even the most ordinary clothes in your store could achieve such an effect, they would definitely think your quality is good, and customers would flock to you."
"What a great publicity opportunity!"
"You're guaranteed to make a profit on this deal."
The shopkeeper still hesitated, "This is twenty taels!"
"Young lady, you must be joking with me."
Who does that? Coming to buy a dress and then trying to make money off him?!
This young lady, Ms. Shen, truly lives up to her reputation as a businesswoman…
Shen Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "I'll give it to you for free."
"However, no matter how much you sell this dress for in the future, you have to give me half of the profits, okay?"
The shopkeeper thought for a moment.
These clothes were already slow to sell.
If the portrait of the young master can really be sold, then he will make a profit no matter what.
Even if he can't sell them, he'll still get a promotional portrait for free.
In short, you won't lose money no matter what.
"Okay, we'll divide it as you said."
"Deal!" Shen Zhiyi immediately pulled Qingyuan to the next room to paint a portrait, and soon brought it to the shopkeeper.
He also ordered Qingyuan around.
“You’re tall, could you help me hang this portrait on the wall?”
Qingyuan was puzzled.
Why did they hang my portrait?
Shen Zhiyi looked up and gave him a captivating smile in the sunlight.
"Of course it's because people think you have a tall and majestic image, and are as handsome as a god. Hanging your portrait will surely bring good fortune."
"That's why they begged me to paint a portrait for them."
Qingyuan looked at her shimmering eyes and her lips, which appeared even more translucent in the sunlight, and his fingers curled slightly.
"You... think so too?"
He said in a low voice.
Looking at him now, Shen Zhiyi felt as if she were looking at a mountain of gold, and she smiled with utmost sincerity.
"certainly."
"I think highly of you even more than they do."
"Now, I'm taking my god to see a play."
Without any hesitation, she took his hand and walked towards the teahouse.
Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat.
I stared blankly at their intertwined fingertips in the sunlight.
At this moment, the skin all over my body was scorched by the blazing sun.
She said.
My... God.
mine.
Qingyuan slowly tightened his grip on her fingers, returning the hold.
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