“Miss Wen, please come inside. These are all prepared for you.” The manager opened a room filled with clothes custom-designed to fit Wen Wenyao’s figure.
Wen Wenyao discreetly approached the manager and whispered something in her ear.
“Not that kind, please. I want something more alluring.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something sexier, suitable for my partner to tear off.”
The manager was a friend of hers, so Wen Wenyao didn’t beat around the bush. She wanted to pick out an outfit here that would arouse Song Nanqiao’s interest.
“Understood.”
The manager smiled, covering her mouth, and retrieved a box from the room, handing it to Wen Wenyao.
Wen Wenyao opened the box and found an extremely provocative lace bra with matching underwear inside. A thin, silk-like suspender was added on top. The whole outfit was incredibly seductive.
“Alright, I’ll take this one.”
Wen Wenyao entered the fitting room.
Meanwhile, Song Nanqiao remained seated on the couch, her mind wandering.
She noticed that Wen Wenyao had spoken to the manager earlier, but the distance was too far, and she couldn’t hear what was said.
“Nanqiao… Is this outfit nice?”
Just as Song Nanqiao was lost in thought, the girl walked out of the fitting room with graceful steps.
Her cool demeanor, combined with the sheer silk dress, revealed exquisite collarbones adorned with white straps. Looking down, one could vaguely see the lace bra underneath. The transparent skirt barely concealed the girl’s fair thighs. When Song Nanqiao looked up, their eyes met.
Her smooth yet slightly disheveled hair hung on her cheeks, her blushing pupils carrying a touch of vulnerability. Her eyes were misty, making her look pitiful, yet it ignited Song Nanqiao’s desire to dominate.
Oh no… Song Nanqiao felt her blood boiling…
“Miss Wen, please come inside. These are all prepared for you.” The manager opened a room filled with clothes custom-designed to fit Wen Wenyao’s figure.
Wen Wenyao discreetly approached the manager and whispered something in her ear.
“Not that kind, please. I want something more alluring.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something sexier, suitable for my partner to tear off.”
The manager was a friend of hers, so Wen Wenyao didn’t beat around the bush. She wanted to pick out an outfit here that would arouse Song Nanqiao’s interest.
“Understood.”
The manager smiled, covering her mouth, and retrieved a box from the room, handing it to Wen Wenyao.
Wen Wenyao opened the box and found an extremely provocative lace bra with matching underwear inside. A thin, silk-like suspender was added on top. The whole outfit was incredibly seductive.
“Alright, I’ll take this one.”
Wen Wenyao entered the fitting room.
Meanwhile, Song Nanqiao remained seated on the couch, her mind wandering.
She noticed that Wen Wenyao had spoken to the manager earlier, but the distance was too far, and she couldn’t hear what was said.
“Nanqiao… Is this outfit nice?”
Just as Song Nanqiao was lost in thought, the girl walked out of the fitting room with graceful steps.
Her cool demeanor, combined with the sheer silk dress, revealed exquisite collarbones adorned with white straps. Looking down, one could vaguely see the lace bra underneath. The transparent skirt barely concealed the girl’s fair thighs. When Song Nanqiao looked up, their eyes met.
Her smooth yet slightly disheveled hair hung on her cheeks, her blushing pupils carrying a touch of vulnerability. Her eyes were misty, making her look pitiful, yet it ignited Song Nanqiao’s desire to dominate.
Oh no… Song Nanqiao felt her blood boiling…
