The cheongsam is slim-fitting but well-proportioned. It walks the most upright path, but is secretly the most attractive.
Song Xiang is of average height, but has good body proportions. She is usually quite decent, but has only changed in the past few months. She occasionally wears skirts.
As soon as she put on the cheongsam, she felt strange to herself. When she looked up in the mirror, she always felt that there was a foxy look in her eyes.
Yan Han was behind the screen, urging again and again.
"If you don't come out, I'll go in."
Song Xiang bit her lip, "You are not allowed to turn on the light."
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "I don't know, you thought I wanted you to wear some shameful clothes."
Song Xiang puffed up his cheeks, put his hand on the edge of the screen, and carefully leaned out halfway.
"Come closer."
Yan Han sat on the small couch, following the dim light, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Song Xiang raised his hands to cover his face and stepped closer.
She obviously thought the clothes were quite decent when she saw those maids wearing them, but when it came to herself, she felt strange.
When I walked in front of Yan Han, I saw no movement from him, not even a sound.
She was a little embarrassed and turned around to leave, "I'll change it."
As soon as she started to move, the person behind her suddenly made a move and hugged her from behind.
"How can anyone wear a cheongsam like you?" He bit her ear and spoke restrainedly.
Song Xiang: "I wore it correctly."
Yan Han said in a hoarse voice: "I can hardly button the buttons."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, looked down, and immediately realized why it was strange.
The chest of the clothes seems a little small...
"Fairy." Yan Yan said to her softly.
"Isn't Yang Xiu a master? Why can't you see through my size?"
Yan Han smiled, bent down slightly, and picked her up.
"Don't blame other people's masters. Blame yourself. You have worked too hard to grow up."
Song Xiang tasted his words and realized the profound meaning, so she couldn't help but raise her hand to hit him.
"Why are you hugging me again?"
"The clothes look good. Let's go upstairs and I'll take a closer look." The man hugged her and went out.
Song Xiang leaned her face against the crook of his neck to make sure she didn't hear anything, and then whispered: "You have no good intentions..."
The corners of Yan Han's lips raised, and the ends of his eyes and brows were full of suppressed excitement, "There are many good things in this house. I used to throw them away as waste. Now that I think about it, it's such a waste."
Song Xiang pouted, "What else do you want to do?"
He took advantage of everything and did nothing except the last step.
Still want to bully people.
Yan Han noticed her depression and pursed his thin lips slightly, hiding his bad intentions and not telling her.
On the second floor, the room became smaller, but the furnishings inside were more exquisite, a bit Tang-style, and even there was a fat-headed doll on the bedside.
Yan Han put Song Xiang down and sat sideways on the edge of the bed.
The foot of the bed is too low, it's just better than sitting on the ground.
Song Xiang leaned against the bed and hugged herself tightly.
"Stay here and take a bath by yourself. I'll go find a gadget and wait until I come back."
Yan Han stretched out his hand, brought her head close to her, and kissed her forehead.
Song Xiang had a gut feeling that he was not a good person and snorted at him.
Yan Han didn't care, turned around and went out again.
When Song Xiang saw him leaving, he quickly went to the ground with his bare feet and looked around the entire room.
Lock the door, turn on the water, carefully take off the cheongsam and put it away, then enter the bathroom.
Yan Han didn't know what she was looking for. When she came out after taking a shower, she couldn't find anyone to take her clothes. She couldn't even call the maid, so she had to put on the cheongsam.