now the benefits of having a girlfriend. Having a girlfriend, she can also act cute with you, she can make you carry..."He said this, then with a hint of malice: “You could still go to a hotel on the...As soon as the man spoke, the young man couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.

He flushed crimson and couldn't help but whisper angrily to the general: "Pervert."

The General didn't mind, he simply extended his slender finger and pinched the soft flesh at the back of the person's neck. A cold, cedar-scented scent wafted over them: "Not as tempting as Ning Si Ye's teasing under a teahouse table."

Fu Shaoshuai's eyes dimmed slightly, recalling the scenes in Li Yuan. After he returned, he had savored them more than once or twice. Every time it got late and quiet, the general would lie in bed, replaying those images in his mind over and over again.

Fu Sinian hadn't really gone to the theatre very often, that was only his second time, stepping into the theater.

The young actor on stage, in his flamboyant costume, was quite suitable.

The general made no secret of his desire, wanting to pin the person on stage beneath him.

I just want those icy, cold phoenix eyes to be clouded with mist. If the corners of those eyes were red and my lips could utter a plea for mercy...

That slender white hand held a delicate cigarette holder. Gold was the most fitting choice, the young man lowered his eyes, and on his snowy skin, it would be perfect to paint red plum blossoms.

Fu Shaoshuai is on stage.

He pressed her against the screen and savored the feel of her hands.

Suitable.

The general tidied his clothes and sat in the back of the military vehicle. He lit a cigar, and beneath his ascetic and icy expression, there was no emotion. Through the window, his reddened thin lips seemed to possess both allure and desire.

Then, uncontrollably, fantasies began to bloom. What would the young actor look like if he took off his stage robes and donned a woman's qipao

If Ning Shu had known that her impulsive act at the teahouse would lead to this scene today, she definitely wouldn't have tempted Fu Sian. She wanted to pretend to be coy and play hard to get, but Mr. Fu was no ordinary man; he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

He regretted it a little, but even if he regretted it, there was no way out.

The young man lifted the soldier up and pressed him onto the middle pear blossom table. From somewhere, a prepared cheongsam was handed over. With his hand in a white glove, he pushed it forward as if it were a carefully plotted conspiracy.

Ning Shu thought cheongsams were always beautiful, and the one Fu Snian had prepared was even more so.

But the prerequisite is that it is worn by a woman.

The general pinched the youth's chin, his lips pressing down with a cool, aloof temperature. He squeezed the back of the youth's neck with his other hand, causing the person in his arms to tremble imperceptibly: "Be good, put this on, and today I'll let Ning Si Shao go."

Ning Shu didn't know if what he said was true or false, she pursed her lips. Looking at the cheongsam, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Are you telling the truth"

The young master clutched his military uniform, as if humiliated, like a beautiful butterfly. His alluring eyes held a breathtaking and enticing quality, making one want to reach out and break his wings.

Fu Sinian thought nonchalantly.

Her thin lips uttered, "Put it on, and let me have a good look."

Ning Shu struggled in her heart for a while, before silently grabbing the cheongsam.

The general stood up slightly.

His army uniform was a bit rumpled, but he didn't reach out to straighten it. Instead, he leaned against something and lit a cigar.

His cold eyes held a hint of indifference, but when he looked at you, his eyes were endless blue.

His eyes held a profound darkness, and his thin lips seemed to carry an air of coldness and aloofness.

Those eyes, without deviation, landed on the young man.

Ning Shu didn't speak, but his heart was filled with shame. He clutched the cheongsam and, in a somewhat silent whisper, asked: "Is there a place to change clothes"

It was hazy and misty.

The haze blurred the general's features, he lifted his military boots, making a dull thudding sound.

Ning Shu followed his gaze and noticed a screen set up in the room. She hugged the cheongsam, pursed her lips, and walked behind it.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the screen looked much like a teahouse, allowing one to see the figures inside, though indistinctly.

Ning Shu walked behind the screen but didn't immediately change out of her clothes. She sat there holding her cheongsam, and began to think seriously about whether there was any way to escape.

He simply looked up and around, noticing that the windows were also tightly sealed.

The young master couldn't help but stand up and walk towards the window. He tried to raise it, but found that it seemed to be just for decoration.

Ning Shu walked back in a daze.

Could he really be wearing a qipao for the commanding officer

Like a woman.

The dull thud of boots hitting the ground echoed.

Ning Shu stammered, her voice barely a whisper: "I... I haven't changed yet."

"Master Ning, why don't you hurry up I can hardly wait any longer."

The general's voice was calm and understated.

As if just outside the screen.

Ning Shu pinched the bridge of her nose, now there was truly no way out. She wanted to ask Zero's opinion, but it seemed Zero wasn't around either.

As if knowing what was going to happen.

My heart skipped a beat, with a strange fluttering sensation.

The youth lowered their eyes, the long lashes covering them. After a long time, as if conceding, they picked up the cheongsam again.

He gently bit his lip.

Then, her ears turning crimson, she took off the cheongsam.

At first, Ning Shu thought that such a beautiful and elegant garment as a qipao could only be worn by women. However, he discovered that this qipao seemed to have been tailor-made for him.

A surprising fit.

The young man was taken aback, but immediately after came a feeling of indescribable awkwardness and shame.

Ning Shu didn't immediately go out, he even thought about taking the cheongsam off.

But the soldiers outside didn't seem to give him a chance, indifferently saying, "Young Master Ning Si, are you dressed"

Ning Shu opened her mouth and mumbled, "Young Marshal, this cheongsam seems a little too small. I can't wear it."

He suddenly thought that even if he lied, the general might not know.

Those outside said nothing.

Ning Shu was a little nervous.

"Ning Si Shao," he said softly, "I know you've already dressed." His voice was low and rumbling as he added, “Or should I come in and 'invite' you out"

The young man couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Only then did he notice that the screen was no different from the teahouse. It was as thin as gauze, allowing those inside to see outside, and vice versa.

...So, everything he did behind that screen just now was seen by Fu Shunan ...

including when he wanted to run away.

This person might just be watching with a cold eye.

Ning Shu only then realized just how foolish she had been.

He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment at the touch of the screen, but in the end, he lifted it open.

The youth wasn't wearing shoes, his fair and jade-like feet stepped on the ground. A red string was tied around his ankle, his snowy skin possessed a strange kind of beauty.

Fu Shaoshuai looked up.

Then he saw a beautiful woman in a cheongsam walk out from behind the screen.

Young Master Ning Si was handsome, with a face like blooming peach blossoms. His eyes were as if carved from peonies, and when the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint blush, he resembled a charming and captivating fairy who could steal one's soul, straight out of a storybook.

Fu Sinian admitted that at the banquet, he was attracted to someone.

But Shao Shuai was young when he took this position, having seen all kinds of beauties. Yet, only that Ning Si Shao Ye walked into his heart.

The general cast his gaze downward, scrutinizing the beauty in the qipao from head to toe.

This qipao was made by the only heir of an old master who used to frequent the palace, commissioned by him. Wearing it on a young man's body is even more perfect.

Fu Sian knew that the fourth young master, Ning, had a slender waist. He already knew this when he blocked the person backstage at the nightclub.

This cheongsam on him, was exquisitely fitted. His skin looked even more radiant against it. He swallowed slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing before he said, "Come here."

Ning Shu walked barefoot on the ground, he wasn't short either. It was just that the military officer was too tall. Dressed in a cheongsam, his figure was slender and uniform, which made him look good.

His slender waist was cinched to perfection.

He was somewhat resistant, even when he came into contact with the general's ink-blue eyes. His eyes felt like they were being burned, and his skin trembled involuntarily, causing him to avert his gaze slightly.

But the general seemed impatient, with just a slight raise of his hand, he pulled the qipao beauty from several steps away.

held him close.

"Beautiful." A hint of coolness wrapped around her as the general leaned down to Ning Shu's ear, his voice laced with a subtle desire: "This cheongsam on Young Master Ning Four... even death under the peonies would be stylish."

His hand clasped around the waist of the beauty in the cheongsam, a delicate circumference that he held with an unyielding grip.

Ning Shu's waist was a little weak, she bit her lips hard, and her phoenix eyes looked at Fu Shaoshuai slightly, saying softly: "I've seen the cheongsam. Shaoshuai can let me go home now, right"

Fu Sian didn't speak, he only leaned in close to him for a while, and then stretched out his slightly cold hand, pinching the soft flesh at the back of his neck and said: "Seeing Ning Si Shao dressed in a cheongsam, I even more don't want Ning Si Shao to leave."

Ning Shu didn't expect him to go back on his word, and she immediately felt a surge of anger.

On that fair, slender neck, a touch of vibrant crimson stained the skin, crawling upwards along her cheek: "...You.."

The officer grabbed his foot as he was about to step down, lifting his thin eyelids and saying, "The ground is cold."

Ning Shu was trapped in his arms, seeming to have accepted her fate. She couldn't help but purse her lips and say: "What do you want, so that you'll let me go"

He thought about the last few times.

Her brows and eyes turned cold as she spoke, "Was it in the pear garden, or in the carriage"

"Which one does the young marshal want"

Ning Shu thought that it was just something he had done before, after all. He struggled for a long time but didn't want to be so pretentious in the end.

"Look but don't eat."

"What's the use"

The General's ink-blue eyes met hers, his voice carrying a hint of coolness as he lowered his gaze. "Master Ning Si should also let me collect the interest."l go buy it." 。Now Ning Shu truly felt it, what happened last night was not a dream. 。includes the fact that Zhou Jingyu kissed him. 。He sat there for a long time, lips pursed, cheeks flushed. 。Ning...