He didn't want anyone to see her wearing that dress.
Just imagining how others would perceive it.
He was already insanely jealous.
"What I wear is none of your business!" Shen Zhiyi stomped on his foot angrily. "Let go of me, stop kissing me..."
"Qi Yuran!"
"Waaah..."
A burning kiss landed on her back, even tracing over her shoulder blades.
Shen Zhiyi suddenly fell silent.
She bit her fingertip, and even the corners of her eyes welled up with fine tears.
How could he...?
His thin lips, burning hot, traveled down his spine and imprinted on his smooth, snow-white skin.
“Sister…” Qi Yuran sighed, as if marking his territory, he used his lips to measure every inch of the place that belonged only to him, “Here, here, and here…”
"You are not allowed to show it to anyone else."
He knelt down behind her.
He pulled down her clothes and kissed her even on her lower back.
The scalding breath brushed against the downy hair on her back, causing Shen Zhiyi to tremble uncontrollably.
"I know...I know..." She was like a soft cloud that had been bullied, leaning against the mirror and his palm, her face red, her eyes closed and panting.
"I'm not wearing this anymore... Let go of me..."
Her small lips were parted.
The thin mist exhaled lingered on the mirror's surface, then quickly dissipated, revealing two exquisitely red lips, naturally rosy without any makeup.
Qi Yuran, however, did not let her go.
They're getting even more outrageous.
She held the clothes as if pleading, with no free hand to stop him.
He could only shake his head, his body trembling.
Qi Yuran saw that she could barely hold on, her lower abdomen and waist were limp in his palm, and even her drooping eyelashes were trembling like butterflies.
Finally, out of kindness, he got up and pulled her into his arms.
He grabbed her chin, forced her to tilt her head back, and traced her blushing face with his deep, dark gaze.
Then, unable to resist any longer, he leaned down and pressed his hot breath against her lips.
"May I kiss you?"
He kept their promise and, despite being on the verge of exploding with suppressed rage, patiently asked her questions.
"Sister...I want to kiss you..."
He pressed his lips to hers, pleading and whispering slowly.
Between words, he deliberately used his breath to tease her, sparking even more flames.
Shen Zhiyi opened her eyes, glared at him softly amidst her light panting, and then bit his lip in retaliation.
Qi Yuran took it as a sign that it was okay.
His fiery lips, as if granted a pardon in an instant, broke free from their sealed cage and pressed their own against hers without warning.
He opened his lips and plunged in deeply.
It swallowed all her sobs and moans, engulfing every corner of her mouth.
Savor her fragrance without restraint.
Until Shen Zhiyi's hands and feet went weak, and she could barely hold up the fabric in front of her.
Qi Yuran then took over and covered her palm.
"Let me cover it up for you... sister..."
He seemed to mean well, but his fingertips mischievously pressed against her, slipping through the gaps between her fingers, smoothing out the fabric little by little, then crumpling it.
Shen Zhiyi could neither escape nor hide from it.
She could only sob and beg for mercy in his hot, rough palms.
"Don't……"
"Ajiu is still outside..."
"Qi Yuran..." she murmured, her voice trembling as she pleaded between his kisses, "Not here... please..."
Qi Yuran kissed away the tears that had welled up in her eyes and sighed.
"I'll let my sister go if you want."
He lifted his eyelids and looked at another skirt on the hook. "Wear that one for me."
"Now, change it in front of me."
Shen Zhiyi was stunned and desperately clung to the last bit of fabric in front of her.
"But……"
"Time is running out, sister." Qi Yuran hugged her, turned her around, and made her face the mirror, looking at her flushed and disheveled face.
"If we don't get out soon, people outside will start to get suspicious..."
"Or..." He turned her head, bit her earlobe, and casually admired her expression in the mirror, "Do you want to stay here with me like this?"
Shen Zhiyi shook her head.
Finally, she let go, letting the dress fall to the ground...
*
When Qi Jinjiu came out after changing her clothes, she found that Shen Zhiyi and Qi Yuran were nowhere to be seen.
"Strange, where did everyone go?"
She muttered something, looked around, walked to Shen Zhiyi's fitting room, and knocked on the door.
"Yibao, are you all better?"
"Okay, okay!" Shen Zhiyi's flustered voice came from inside.
Then, the door was opened a crack.
She moved out and then quickly closed the door.
She leaned against the doorknob and smiled at Qi Jinjiu.
Is it pretty?
Qi Jinjiu looked at her red dress with amazement and quickly pulled her to the mirror outside.
"I knew it suited you!"
"This is so perfect!"
The richly colored fabric draped over her body made her skin appear even smoother and more radiant.
Although it's a conservative dress, every curve—collarbone, shoulders, neck, waist—is perfectly outlined.
The flared umbrella skirt made her look even more slender and delicate.
"When you go out shopping, won't everyone's eyes be glued to you?" Qi Jinjiu exclaimed in admiration.
He kept praising himself for his good taste.
"Then buy them all." Qi Yuran suddenly appeared out of nowhere, standing behind them, staring intently at the zipper dangling in front of Shen Zhiyi's collarbone.
He was still holding that light purple halter-neck dress in his hand.
"You went to get a dress for Yi Bao?" Qi Jinjiu asked casually, without any suspicion.
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