Song Xi stubbornly pushed him away, "I absolutely did not."
Lou Yuming found that she was different from other women.
When faced with something, she wouldn't show fear immediately, but after some time, a reaction would surface.
And it would be quite potent.
She tried to pretend to be strong, but only Lou Yuming, awakened by her cries, knew how fragile she truly was inside.
Every time he saw the tears in her eyes, Lou Yuming felt a pang in his heart.
So during this period, he indulged her, doted on her, gave her whatever she wanted, treating her like a princess.
"Ding dong—"
The doorbell rang from outside. Lou Yuming pinched her earlobe, his voice full of affection, "Go open the door, Xiao Mo is here."
"Why is she here?"
Song Xi said as she walked towards the door.
Xiao Mo was the assistant Lou Yuming had hired for her.
In her early twenties, a young girl, she was very sharp and, most importantly, highly skilled, a black belt in Taekwondo. With her by Song Xi's side, Lou Yuming felt much more at ease.
Xiao Mo was very fond of Song Xi, the kind of shyness one felt upon seeing a beauty.
"...Sister Xi."
The girl's face flushed a little. Song Xi was only wearing a pale lotus-pink slip dress, her figure alluring, appearing both innocent and seductive.
Even though Xiao Mo was a girl, she felt a bit embarrassed seeing this.
She handed over the bag in her hand, not daring to look at her, "Mr. Lou... Mr. Lou bought it for you!"
Then, without waiting for Song Xi to speak, she ran off with a flushed face.
"..."
Song Xi was a little bewildered. She closed the door, carried the bag back to the bedroom.
She asked, "Is Xiao Mo afraid of me?"
Lou Yuming looked at her bare legs exposed to the air, then his gaze moved upwards, the form-fitting fabric outlining her waist.
His eyes lingered on her chest for a couple more seconds, his throat bobbing, "You scared her by wearing this."
Song Xi didn't grasp the meaning behind his words, frowning, "You bought this nightgown, didn't you?"
He grabbed her fair wrist and pulled, and they both tumbled onto the bed.
"I didn't ask you to wear it for others to see."
His voice was husky, and he looked at her chest, "Has this gotten bigger than before?"
"Pervert!"
Song Xi slapped away the man's eager, lecherous hand. This old man was becoming increasingly indecent.
She struggled to get up, "What did you ask her to buy?"
Lou Yuming rested his head on his hands. He saw her take out a white vintage dress from the shopping bag. It was very elegant.
Song Xi was a little surprised, "When did you ask her to buy this?"
At a time when she couldn't find anything she liked after picking through.
Men liked women in white, making them appear pure.
But undeniably, Lou Yuming's aesthetic sense was much more refined than the average straight man.
The first moment Song Xi saw the dress, she fell in love with it. She quickly changed into it and even went to the bathroom to style her hair. After fiddling for a long time, when she came out, Lou Yuming's eyes lit up.
The half hour wait was worth it.
She tucked half of her hair behind her ears and, from somewhere, found a black bow to hold it down, making her face appear even smaller, delicate like a little princess.
Her entire aura was different from before, elegant and artistic. The only slight misstep was that the chest straps of the dress were pulled taut by her bosom, adding a touch of sexiness to the dignified attire.
Although not discordant, one's gaze was involuntarily drawn there.
The thought of men looking at her chest made Lou Yuming unhappy.
He should have bought a larger size.
Lou Yuming's gaze was deep, "Change into something else."
"Why?"
Song Xi twirled in front of the mirror, quite pleased.
Trying a new style occasionally was not a bad idea.
Lou Yuming couldn't persuade her, but he pulled her closer and nibbled her collarbone.
"Wear it if you dare."