There was a dim light on in the bedroom, and there was a frosted glass on the bathroom door connected to it. Through the glass, one could see the figure inside taking off his clothes one by one, then bending over and lifting up his two long and straight legs one by one, putting on the cheongsam from top to bottom.
Jiang Ji sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a silk scarf in the box beside him with his fingertips - it was the scarf that came with Qin Qingzhuo's custom-made cheongsam. It felt smooth and slightly cool.
The silhouette on the frosted glass raised his chin slightly, and his slender fingers moved in front of his neck, probably fastening the button.
The hands moved from the front of her body to the back of her head, and she gathered her hair up and tied it up halfway up, with a lot of hair still left on the side of her neck.
Then the figure approached the glass, and with a "click", the door handle was pressed down, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Qin Qingzhuo walked out.
When his sight fell on Qin Qingzhuo who was wearing cheongsam, Jiang Ji's fingers that were twisting the silk scarf paused.
Qin Qingzhuo didn't come over immediately. Instead, he leaned against the door frame, with a smile on his face, and asked, "Does it look good?"
Jiang Ji didn't say anything, his eyes fell directly on Qin Qingzhuo.
The matte wine-red sleeveless cheongsam was printed with a pattern of white cranes, which made the exposed skin look very fair.
Under the dim light, Qin Qingzhuo's originally gentle facial features became even brighter, and the cheongsam brought out his brightness to the extreme, making him look bewitchingly sexy.
Qin Qingzhuo was a little unsure whether the cheongsam would look too strange on her.
When he was a singer in his early years, he had tried many exaggerated and peculiar looks in his concerts, and the response from fans was always good, so he had no psychological barriers to wearing cheongsam. It was just that he had been dressing too normally in recent years as he had retired behind the scenes. When he suddenly changed into this unconventional cheongsam, and Jiang Ji did not show any reaction, he was a little unsure.
"Does it look good?" He leaned against the door and laughed again, "If it doesn't look good, come and help me take it off."
"It's hard to see clearly," Jiang Ji's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice became almost hoarse, "Come over here."
Qin Qingzhuo smiled and walked towards him. The silk wrapped around his slender waist, and he could see his legs swinging through the soft fabric. Jiang Ji then realized that the slits on the side of the cheongsam were very high, almost close to the waist, and the white skin on the outside of the thighs was faintly visible. He realized that Qin Qingzhuo might not be wearing anything under the cheongsam.
Jiang Ji supported himself on the bed with both hands, with distinct joints on the back of his hands. His upper body leaned back slightly, and he looked up at Qin Qingzhuo.
In fact, Qin Qingzhuo felt a little embarrassed when he was approaching Jiang Ji. However, when he stood in front of Jiang Ji and saw his red ears, the embarrassment disappeared and he couldn't help wanting to laugh.
Qin Qingzhuo leaned over and looked closely at his dark pupils, lowering her voice to sound bewitching: "I'm the one wearing the cheongsam, why are your ears red?"
Jiang Ji stared at him without blinking. Although the blood on his ears betrayed him, his eyes were still straightforward and undisguised.
"Teacher Qin," he accused Qin Qingzhuo in a low and innocent voice, "You seduced me."