Chapter 43: I’ll Dress You
At three o’clock in the afternoon, the light was gentle. Ruan Zhimian and Shi He took the elevator directly to a designer’s studio. Shi He had ordered three sets of formal wear here for daily banquets. Usually, he wouldn’t need to come in person; they would be sent to his home for fitting to check for any necessary alterations.
The entire designer studio was three stories high. The designer’s assistant led them to a VIP fitting room. There was a full-length mirror, a row of clothes racks, and a comfortable long sofa. Exquisite afternoon tea was laid out on the ice-cracked marble tabletop.
The designer’s assistant pushed over a rack of clothes. At the very front was a hand-embroidered black suit. The design combined Eastern and Western elements; the velvet texture of the suit softened the coldness of the embroidery, giving it a refined feel.
At first glance, Ruan Zhimian felt it suited Shi He perfectly—only Shi He could pull it off.
Ruan Zhimian looked further back and saw two beautiful long dresses. The skirts were delicate and beautiful, trailing on the porcelain-white floor and reflecting bits of starlight.
The assistant finished the introduction and left. “If you need anything, find me anytime.”
In addition to the formal wear, Shi He had ordered other clothes.
Just then, another familiar voice came from outside the fitting room.
Han He’an walked out of the adjacent fitting room, wearing the formal wear he was to wear tomorrow. “Did Ruan Zhimian come here?”
“How come I didn’t see him?”
Ruan Zhimian subconsciously wanted to hide, not wanting to see Han He’an and not wanting to cause trouble for Shi He.
He was pulled into an embrace head-on.
The Alpha’s well-defined hand reached out and double-locked the fitting room door. He took the crescent-white satin long dress from the very back.
He pulled the curtain shut. With the clothes hanging to the side, he enclosed Ruan Zhimian and himself in a space one meter in diameter. He kissed his lips and asked word by word, “Baby, am I an obedient lover now?”
The person with Han He’an had seen Ruan Zhimian enter. Han He’an knocked on the door. “Mianmian, are you in there?”
“I know I was wrong. It was my fault before.”
Han He’an’s voice grew louder and louder. How could Ruan Zhimian say no? His eyelashes trembled, his eyes pure and soft. He gently rubbed his chin against the Alpha’s finger pad and gave a clumsy compliment, “You are the most obedient.”
Shi He lowered his head, his features deep and gloomy. He kissed him over and over. “Are you still going to dump me?”
He was very clingy.
The now-smarter kitten skipped this question entirely.
If he didn’t answer, it meant he didn’t agree.
Shi He’s hand gradually pressed against his shoulder. If he didn’t agree, there were ways to make him. He hung the dress before him, his attitude still gentle and clingy, his breath fanning against his ear. “Try it on, okay?”
“The moment I saw it, I knew you’d look beautiful in it.”
“Young Master Han, please do not disturb our clients.”
Han He’an’s voice continued, “How am I disturbing him? He is my fiancé.”
Ruan Zhimian’s eyes grew red at the edges. His small hands repeatedly clutched the hem of Shi He’s clothes.
Attempting to act spoiled, he shook Shi He’s hem. “No…”
The Alpha’s cold and brooding eyes dropped. He loosened his grip. “I know. Mianmian likes Han He’an. I am nothing; I can’t even be a lover.”
“It’s not like that… I… I’ll wear it… You go out.”
“Do you want me to go out and see Han He’an?”
Shi He moved to walk out. Before Ruan Zhimian could reach out to grab him, Shi He walked back, holding the first set—his own black formal wear. “I’ll dress you.”
Shi He’s suit was a full set, including a shirt, jacket, and trousers, with a special tie as the finishing touch.
“Mianmian, you said it yourself.”
“Since you’ve said it, you must fulfill your promise.”
Ruan Zhimian truly learned his lesson: he would never make bold claims again.
Wuwuwu, why did he agree? He shouldn’t have said it even if he was reading from the internet.
“I can’t put it on properly.”
He had known he shouldn’t have come along.
A certain Alpha said generously, “I don’t mind.”
The curtain was tightly drawn again. Ruan Zhimian’s hand had just touched Shi He’s shirt and tie when he let go. His snowy-white face was red all the way to his neck. His soft eyes welled with tears. He proactively hugged Shi He and buried his head, giving up immediately.
“I won’t. You put it on yourself.”
He was acting spoiled and being lazy at the same time.
No matter what, he simply “couldn’t.”
The corners of Shi He’s thin lips tilted up. He reached out and smoothed his hair. His gloomy gaze fell on the satin long dress to the side. He was extremely gentle. “It’s okay.”
“I can. I’ll dress you.”
…
Ten minutes later, a beautiful and elegant figure was reflected in the right mirror. He was in a crescent-white satin mermaid dress with a carefully designed tube top style, revealing his snowy-white shoulders and neck.
He was so beautiful that one simply couldn’t look away.
However, the wearer’s eyes were red at the edges. He lowered his forehead slightly, stole a glance at the mirror, and quickly moved behind Shi He, not wanting to see.
It was clearly a very beautiful dress, but it was all Shi He’s fault.
Ruan Zhimian was good; Shi He was bad.
“It’s on. You’ve seen it. I want to take it off.”
Shi He actually dressed him; it was too much.
Ruan Zhimian truly bristled. He was fuming, his hands clenched into small fists. He looked adorable, almost forgetting that Han He’an was outside.
“You go out.”
The Alpha’s handsome and gloomy face drew close, amber pheromones lightly encircling him. He encircled Ruan Zhimian’s thin waist with one hand and glanced at the mirror, his expression showing satisfaction.
“You’re very beautiful, Baby.”
“I like it very much.”
By his feet, the small black snake slithered out and coiled around Ruan Zhimian’s ankle.
“Hiss, hiss.”
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