Chapter 179 - Teehee
Chapter 179: Teehee
“It shouldn’t be nothing at all, right?”
Jiang Huai’s gaze fell on Luo Qingyu. As the holy maiden of Qingxuan Sect, Luo Qingyu’s food, clothing, and other needs were always the best. Her dresses, besides those given by Jiang Huai, also included almost every season’s new styles from Ziyun Pavilion, all tailored to her measurements and sent to her.
Even Ziyun Pavilion did not charge a penny.
Both Luo Yueguan and Luo Qingyu received such treatment. Over the years, Ziyun Pavilion has become well-versed in the ways of commerce. These small gifts might not be worth much, not even a few spirit stones, but they are indeed genuine tokens of goodwill, which could always come in handy in the future.
At this moment, Luo Qingyu was wearing a sleeveless black long dress. Although it was simply black in color, the design was particularly intricate in many details. The skirt was short in the front and long in the back, with a ribbon tightly hugging the waistline. Because Luo Qingyu’s curves were especially full, it seemed that a small patch of snowy white side cleavage was exposed. Jiang Huai remembered Luo Qingyu wearing this dress before, but she would wear undergarments and a small shawl over her shoulders.
Now she was sitting there innocently, her fair toes lightly swaying, her eyes clear and innocent.
“As long as I don’t leave the yard, it’s okay not to wear... anything underneath, right?”
Luo Qingyu’s fingertips touched the storage ring she was wearing, and she held a pair of silver-gray high heels in her hand.
“Can Brother Jiang Huai help me put them on?”
Jiang Huai took the shoes, knelt in front of Luo Qingyu, and carefully helped her put them on. As he fastened the straps of the high heels, he inadvertently looked up and noticed Luo Qingyu’s hand gently pressing on the skirt over her thigh, her creamy and plump thighs completely covered by the black fabric. However, in the moment he looked up, Luo Qingyu’s legs slightly parted, and her fingertips lifted the hem of the skirt just a bit.
Jiang Huai saw a glimpse of pink, and the scene of dressing her and lifting the skirt, yet revealing such a provocative sight underneath, rendered him speechless. He stuttered and couldn’t find his words, his shoe-putting motion stopped, until Luo Qingyu’s toe lightly touched his chest, and she softly said.