Chapter Fifty-Eight: Qianzhi’s Tea Bag
“Qianzhi baby, don’t misunderstand, what I mean is… I think your dress is so beautiful that I couldn’t help but look at it a little longer.”
If Miss Yifu’s somewhat unrefined comment were to be heard by another woman, she would probably instinctively show a bit of disdain.
If you’re going to sneak a look, why make so many excuses?
But it was different in front of Qianzhi. Other women would scold Yifu, but from the moment she called me “baby,” Qianzhi was already captivated, completely confused about everything.
She called me “baby,” so everything makes sense now.
It’s just a look or two, it won’t cost me anything. With Qianzhi in this dazed state, if Yifu called her “baby” a few more times, she might very well be lured to bed three times!
“That’s true… After all, Miss Yifu knows a lot about dresses. This one I’m wearing is designed by a famous designer; if I get the chance, I’ll let you take a look, Miss Yifu. The inner lining design is quite exquisite too.”
With a slightly flushed face, confirming that no one around could see her and Yifu, Qianzhi secretly lifted the fabric at the chest of her dress with her delicate fingers to show Yifu the comfortable and intricate lining inside.
But Yifu’s attention was completely not on the lining; it was on the striking whiteness of Qianzhi’s chest and that hint of black…
Qianzhi is wearing black? How mature!
“No, Qianzhi, in such a public place, what are you doing?”
“It’s okay, no one will see. You’ll keep it a secret for me too, right, Miss Yifu?”
Qianzhi placed her finger on her lips and made a shushing motion towards Yifu, exuding an aura of charm.
Seeing this made Yifu’s heart race; has this girl always been this charming?
“The ceremony is about to start, we should hurry… By the way, where are your stockings, Qianzhi?”
Yifu noticed that under Qianzhi’s flowing skirt, only her delicate, white legs were visible, and the enticing little white stockings were nowhere to be seen.
It could only be said that the allure had diminished quite a bit, leaving only the usual coldness that kept people at bay.
“I… took them off.”
Qianzhi turned her face away, a bit embarrassed as she spoke.
“Why? They looked so good, why take them off?”
“Took them off is just that. Silly, silly Miss Yifu!”
With her face flushed, Qianzhi couldn’t help but softly scold Yifu, a completely non-aggressive remark that made Yifu’s heart flutter.
So cute, so sweet; Qianzhi baby, could you scold me a few more times?
“If Miss Yifu likes it, then I’ll give them to you. Anyway, I won’t be wearing them here.”
As Qianzhi spoke, she quickly pulled out a small, white, warm, and fragrant bundle from her pocket and stuffed it into Yifu’s hand without hesitation.
Oh my! Qianzhi’s tea bag!
“Why?”
“…”
Qianzhi pouted her lips, curious as to why Miss Yifu hadn’t realized that her white stockings were always worn for her.
Silly Miss Yifu! Silly!
Qianzhi secretly decided to ignore Yifu for three minutes…
But thinking about it, three minutes was too long; she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold back.
So she shortened it to thirty seconds instead.
“Let’s go, the ceremony is about to start. Hold hands…”
Qianzhi stretched out her fair little hand, pouting her lips, and elegantly said to Yifu.
“Okay, okay, let’s hold hands.”
“Mommy! Leia wants to hold hands too.”
“Okay, okay, Leia can hold hands too.”
In an instant, Yifu found her hand occupied by two fragrant, soft, white little hands.
And being surrounded by two stunning beauties, she became another focal point of attention…
