Take a picture...and send it to him?
Shen Zhiyi bit her lip and remained silent.
After hanging up the phone, I threw myself onto the blanket, buried my face in it, and rolled around twice.
Do we really have to do it?
She recalled Yan Jili's solemn and stern face, and the unusual tenderness he showed when wiping her wrists in the car earlier that day...
The atmosphere was so nice... and he still hadn't said he loved her.
They don't even go back to the master bedroom.
Shen Zhiyi clenched her fist, as if she had made up her mind.
She straightened up, slipped on her slippers, slowly moved to the cardboard box, blushed, rummaged through it, pulled out her most conservative dress, and went to the bathroom…
night.
Yan Jili was lying in bed reading when he suddenly heard a special notification sound.
He put down his book and picked up his phone.
It was indeed a message from Shen Zhiyi.
He opened the chat window and saw the photo at the top.
His black pupils suddenly contracted!
Shen Zhiyi wore a green velvet cheongsam with a subtle lotus pattern.
A style with a crossed neck.
A string of pearl tassels hung in the center of the collar.
Her arms were completely exposed, and large sections of her collarbone and chest were cut out, revealing her fair and jade-like skin and her stunning curves.
The end of the tassel hung right in front of him.
It's as if the slightest movement would gently brush against that unspeakable place... a playful yet inviting gesture that stirs the nerves and imagination.
That hand-pinching at the waist is the ultimate.
She was standing while taking the photo, leaning forward at a 45-degree angle, and you could clearly see that the short side of her skirt barely covered her upper thigh.
The side slit is high, tightening at the hip bone to reveal fleshy thighs.
The two pieces of fabric, front and back, were connected only by three thin pearl chains, stretched into a pitiful shape by the plump white space at the thigh.
His preferences are crystal clear.
His romantic thoughts were crystal clear.
Yan Jili's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the photograph.
The dormant hormones suddenly surged.
Even his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, making dry swallowing sounds...
She sends herself these kinds of photos.
What does that mean?
Invite him?
Yan Jili unbuttoned his collar and sat up.
My thoughts were instantly dominated by dryness and heat.
Every cell clamored to pounce and lick the rich, mutton fat leaking from that green velvet honey pot...
I was just about to take another look at that photo.
She withdrew it.
Yan Jili was stunned for a moment.
"Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person..."
"Didn't you see it?"
Shen Zhiyi sent a series of messages.
The text was followed by a nervous-looking kitten emoji.
Was it sent to the wrong person?
Yan Jili stared intently at those few lines of text.
The flames that had just risen suddenly burned from all parts of his body to his heart, until they evaporated into a terrifying rage, causing the veins in his neck to bulge and twist.
Who is she going to send it to?
Such explicit photos, if not sent to him, who else would they be sent to?!
Yan Jili gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his face was gloomy and terrifying, making him look extremely frightening.
He suddenly threw off the covers!
...
Master bedroom.
Shen Zhiyi sat on the bed, holding her phone, feeling uneasy.
Why isn't he replying to a single word?
Didn't you see it?
They saw it, but remained unmoved and didn't care at all?
Or perhaps...
Are you angry because she's dressed so outrageously?
As she lowered her eyelashes and her heart pounded, she suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs outside.
It seemed to be shrouded in intense anger.
Shen Zhiyi was startled, rushed to the door, and locked it with a click!
Oh no! Oh no!
Instead of winning him over, she just made him furious!
She knew that old-fashioned man wouldn't accept her doing something like this!
He would scold her even for wearing a fishtail skirt.
Especially this kind of clothing!
Yan Jili twisted the lock, and when he found he couldn't open it, he angrily knocked on the door twice.
"Shen Zhiyi, open the door!"
"What are you doing?" Shen Zhiyi swallowed hard, pressed against the door, her heart pounding wildly.
"It's bedtime, you can't come in!"
She mustered her courage and said.
If we let him in now, he'll definitely give us a thorough dressing-down.
Maybe I'll even punch her a couple of times!
"What did you mean by those words?" Yan Jili asked angrily through the door. "Who are you going to send that photo to?!"
Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.
He did see it...
Her face flushed bright red, filled with embarrassment and lingering fear, as she stammered, "It's...it's not your fault..."
She suddenly found her courage again.
"These things weren't written into the agreement, so I have no obligation to tell you!"
Yan Jili stood in the stairwell, his fists clenched and his head bowed.
I won't talk about love with him.
But dressed like that, are you flirting with someone?
The dark night, chilly and heavy, enveloped him.
The frosty moonlight cast a dark shadow on his tall figure, slanting across the carpet.
It looks gloomy and twisted.
Shen Zhiyi remained inside the room for a long time without hearing any movement.
Even the motion-activated lights seemed to be off.
She felt relieved.
He turned around, walked to the bedside, and sat down again.
Sudden.
The cold key was inserted into the latch.
Click.
Her peach blossom eyes widened suddenly.
She rushed over, and just as she was about to grab the doorknob, the door was pushed open forcefully.
A large, hot, rough hand grabbed her waist.
He spun around and pinned her against the wall!
"Yan Jili!" Before Shen Zhiyi could finish her exclamation, a knee pushed her legs apart, pinning her to the spot, unable to escape.
He kicked the door with his other foot.
"You're breaking the rules!" Shen Zhiyi grabbed his arm and glared at him angrily.
Yan Jili's gaze fell on her, and the corners of his eyes turned bloodshot in an instant.
She was still wearing the same clothes she had just worn.
"This is my home."
His voice was low and angry as he gripped her wrists tightly behind her back, his chest heaving as he locked them together. He fixed her with a possessive gaze, saying, "You are mine too."
Intense jealousy gnawed at his reason.
The thought of her wearing this outfit, being seen by others, and even... being touched by others... was unbearable.
His cold eyes narrowed, and his large hand climbed onto the piece of fabric.
With a swish—
They were torn to pieces.
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