Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

The next day, Bo Jinghuai's car stopped in front of a detached Western-style house.

This is a private haute couture studio; it has no sign.

He led Su Jingsheng out of the car and inside.

A middle-aged woman in a gray suit stood inside the door and bowed slightly when she saw Bo Jinghuai.

"Young Master Bo," she said gently, "Master Gu is already waiting for you."

Bo Jinghuai led Su Jingsheng inside.

It's a hidden paradise inside.

The space has a high ceiling and soft lighting, with floor-to-ceiling coat racks on both sides, filled with dresses of all colors.

Gu Baitang came out to greet Su Jingsheng, saying, "I am Gu Baitang, the person in charge here."

Su Jingsheng nodded. "Hello, Master Gu."

Gu Baitang smiled, "Young Master Bo mentioned his requirements over the phone, and I have prepared several series. Please come with me, Miss Su."

She led the two deeper into the room, to a separate showroom.

There were seven or eight dresses hanging on the rack, all in light colors, with simple yet exquisite designs.

"Considering Miss Su's age and temperament, I chose these," Gu Baitang said.

"The main materials are light gauze and silk, and the colors range from moon white and misty pink to light blue. You can take a look first."

Su Jingsheng's eyes lit up.

These dresses are even more beautiful than the previous light blue dress; each one is like a work of art.

Bo Jinghuai sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and said, "Go try it."

Gu Baitang took off a lime-colored strapless dress. "How about this one? The color suits your skin tone very well, and the waistline design can also highlight Miss Su's figure."

Su Jingsheng took the dress; it felt smooth to the touch, and the hem was adorned with diamonds that sparkled under the lights.

"The fitting room is over there," Gu Baitang pointed to a door next to her.

Su Jingsheng walked over, carrying the dress.

The fitting room was large, with mirrors on all four sides and a thick carpet in the middle.

She hung the dress on the rack and began to take off her own clothes.

Just as I unbuttoned my shirt, the fitting room door was pushed open.

Bo Jinghuai walked in and closed the door behind him.

Su Jingsheng was taken aback. "Jinghuai? How did you get in?"

Bo Jinghuai didn't say anything, walked up to her, and looked down at her.

Su Jingsheng's shirt was half-undone, revealing a milky white strapless top underneath, her skin dazzlingly white.

"I'll help you." Bo Jinghuai's voice was a little low.

He reached out and unbuttoned the remaining buttons for her, and her shirt slipped to the floor.

Su Jingsheng's cheeks flushed, and she covered her chest with her slender white arms. "I can change it myself."

Bo Jinghuai ignored him, picked up the lime-colored suit, and said, "Turn around."

Su Jingsheng obediently turned around.

The dress was pulled down from her head, slid over her shoulders and neck, waist, and finally reached her ankles.

Bo Jinghuai stood behind her, his fingers pinching the zipper, slowly pulling it up.

It got stuck halfway through.

Su Jingsheng's waist was too slender and soft; the dress was fitted tightly, yet it made her appear too full at the top.

Bo Jinghuai's hand stopped.

He looked down at the bare back in front of him.

Her skin was snow-white, her spine slender, and her waist dimples deep.

The zipper was stuck in the middle, and the upper part was still open.

"Jinghuai?" Su Jingsheng called him softly.

Bo Jinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed.

He suddenly lowered his head, pressed his lips to the back of her neck, and kissed her.

Su Jingsheng trembled.

Bo Jinghuai removed his hand from the zipper and placed it on her waist.

His palms were burning hot as they pressed against her delicate skin.

"Is the skirt too tight?" His voice was hoarse.

Su Jingsheng nodded. "A little."

Bo Jinghuai put his other arm around her waist, wrapping both arms around her waist and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"It's so thin," he said. "How can it support the rest of the structure?"

Su Jingsheng blushed. "You...you shouldn't say anymore."

Bo Jinghuai chuckled softly and lowered his head to kiss her fragrant shoulder.

Su Jingsheng's legs went weak, and she leaned forward, bracing herself against the mirror.

The two figures were reflected in the mirror.

A tall man embraced a petite girl from behind, his tuxedo half-open, revealing a large expanse of her snowy back.

His lips pressed against her shoulder and neck, his hands caressing her waist.

"Jinghuai," Su Jingsheng's voice trembled, "there are people outside."

"Gu Baitang is very professional." Bo Jinghuai bit her earlobe.

"She knows when to be quiet."

He spoke and kissed her, his lips sliding from her shoulder to her neck, then back to her slender body.

Su Jingsheng's body grew weaker and weaker, and she could barely stand.

Bo Jinghuai hugged her tightly and turned her around to face him.

The dress had a strapless design at the front, and because it wasn't pulled up properly, it was about to slip down, revealing glimpses of her fair skin.

Bo Jinghuai lowered his head and *slept*.