The next morning.
As soon as Shen Zhiyi got up, she had a maid bring Samus in.
He was dressed in a black knight's outfit, tall and slender, with his long, dark hair pulled back. Because of his fair complexion 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 looked as if it had been drawn with an ink brush, and because of his nonchalant expression, it shone with a cold indifference.
A blend of richness and indifference.
Extremely eye-catching.
They seem to be born to be watched, yet no one dares to approach them easily.
Shen Zhiyi noticed the dark circles under his eyes and lazily raised her hand.
"come over."
Her voice carried the languidness of someone just waking up, "Help this princess change her clothes."
Samus froze.
“Wh…what?” He suddenly looked up.
I doubted that I had misheard.
"Hurry up," Shen Zhiyi urged, frowning. "This princess doesn't have much patience."
"Or do you want me to use a contract?"
She glanced at him, her eyes filled with a palpable pressure.
Samus pressed his lips together, his jawline taut. "I've never done anything like that."
When he was a wanderer, he stayed away from people.
Even in the dungeon, they were barely clothed.
Her dress was so complicated, delicate, and layered, how could he know how to wear it?
Despite thinking this, he still moved his feet and walked to the bedside.
Shen Zhiyi took his hand and stood up. "You'll get it after doing it a few more times, won't you?"
"If you're my man, you can't say you can't."
"To be honest... I can learn."
She stared at him intently.
Samus's heart skipped a beat.
My fingertips touched her fingertips; they were warm and soft, and carried the sweet scent of the blankets.
He thought of the delicate touch from last night, and his whole body went numb. He withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.
Shen Zhiyi turned around, seemingly unconcerned.
"Help me take it off." She swept her long hair to one side, revealing her back, and then turned slightly to the side, gesturing for him to untie the waistband of her nightgown.
Samus looked at her snow-white shoulders and neck, his Adam's apple bobbing, and awkwardly reached out to untie the ribbon.
Her nightgown slipped down.
A stretch of skin, smooth and lustrous like silk, was revealed, its curves tapering to a narrow, snow-white slit at the waist.
Further down...
Samus's breathing suddenly became heavier.
He suddenly closed his eyes and turned to the side.
A suspicious blush involuntarily rose to the base of her ears.
The air was filled with her warm fragrance, like an invisible net that held him captive.
There is no way to avoid it.
He felt uncomfortable all over, clenched his fists, and his body lines were taut and hard.
"The clothes are there."
Shen Zhiyi pointed to a pile of clothes not far away.
A corset, a petticoat, stockings... and an elaborate court dress.
"You have to help me put on all of these, one by one."
Samus's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
Shen Zhiyi turned her head, saw his expression, raised an eyebrow, and smiled.
It was as if he was the one who had taken off his clothes.
She said in a languid tone, "You are my beast husband, and from now on, you will 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... that she's shy?"
Samus felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion.
She abruptly turned her face away.
You're overthinking it.
How could he possibly react to someone who abused him?
No, impossible...
Moreover, she most likely did it on purpose.
They deliberately tormented him.
Samus's expression turned cold. He grabbed the clothes, stood behind her, avoided her gaze, and helped her put them on.
Tie the ribbon, straighten the skirt, put on jewelry...
Despite his extreme care, every step he took inevitably resulted in him brushing against her skin.
Those subtle touches, like tiny electric currents, coursed through his blood.
The restlessness that had been so hard to suppress surged back up again.
He loathed this feeling of being out of control.
They loathe their own bodies even more, and have a shameful reaction to it.
Shen Zhiyi remained calm and composed.
She even slightly raised her arm to match his movements.
As she fastened the last belt, Samus stood behind her, his hands encircling her waist from behind.
This gesture looks just like an embrace.
Shen Zhiyi deliberately leaned back, resting her head on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Isn't this pretty good at serving you?"
Samus paused, his fingers clenching tightly together.
He silently fastened his belt.
Shen Zhiyi slightly curved her lips, seeing his trembling eyelashes on his profile so close to hers, and hearing his increasingly heavy breathing, which he was trying so hard to suppress.
A playful glint flashed in his eyes.
Samus noticed her gaze and the warm breath she was breathing on his neck, and his fingertips trembled.
She got closer and closer...
The belt was suddenly tightened.
"Ugh..." Shen Zhiyi exclaimed in surprise, "Are you trying to strangle me?"
Her voice still carried the languidness of early morning, sounding soft and gentle, quite different from her usual personality.
Her eyes, glaring at him, were also glistening with annoyance.
Samus felt a chill run down his spine.
A hint of red spread across his eyes, his chest heaved, and he abruptly stepped back, saying in a hoarse voice, "The rest, Princess, you can handle yourself."
Before Shen Zhiyi could react, he suddenly turned around and fled from the inner hall as if escaping.
Shen Zhiyi didn't argue with him, and called her maid to continue doing her makeup.
Samus hid in a corner of the outer hall.
The wardrobe blocked most of the light from his view, so he leaned against the wall, blending himself into the shadows where no one was watching.
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