Yingqu Liuzi was pampered by her wealthy daddy.

It was already dark when they returned to the mansion after the wedding.

Shen Yu'an almost fell asleep leaning on Xize's shoulder in the car, and only opened his eyes groggily when the car stopped.

Xize patted him lightly on the shoulder and said, "It's time."

The two people entered the room.

The housekeeper had prepared the bedroom on the second floor in advance, changed the sheets on the bed to new dark colors, and left the window slightly ajar for ventilation.

Shen Yu'an stood at the bedroom door and looked around before going into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out after showering, Xize was still downstairs talking to the housekeeper.

Shen Yu'an sat on the edge of the bed in his bathrobe, drying his half-dry hair. After drying for a while, he put down the towel, stood up, and walked to the wardrobe.

He had hidden that outfit for several days.

A week before the wedding, he saw a shop online with a black dress hanging there. It had a low neckline, a short skirt, a thin belt around the waist, and a cutout back.

He stared at the picture for a long time, and then, as if possessed, placed an order.

He opened the package himself the day it arrived. He tried it on once in the studio, stood in front of the mirror for ten seconds, and then took it off, his face burning red.

He folded the clothes and hid them at the very bottom of the wardrobe, without letting Xize know.

He stood in front of the wardrobe, his fingers hovering over the door for two seconds before pulling it open.

He turned the outfit inside out and unfolded it; the black and white fabric looked thinner under the light than in the picture.

He took a deep breath, took off his bathrobe, and put it on.

The neckline is very low, exposing the collarbone and shoulders.

The skirt hem only reached mid-thigh, and the thin belt around the waist was tightly cinched, creating a distinct curve around his waistline.

The back is openwork, slit from the back of the neck to the waist, with thin, crisscrossing straps loosely draped over the skin. The hem of the skirt is edged with short white lace that sways as you move.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror next to the wardrobe, glanced at himself, and then immediately looked away.

His ears and neck turned completely red. He reached out and tried to pull his skirt down, but it wouldn't budge; it was too short.

He heard footsteps in the corridor. Xize went upstairs.

Shen Yu'an stood in the center of the bedroom, his hands hanging at his sides, with nowhere to hide. He heard footsteps approach the door, pause briefly, turn the doorknob, and push the door open.

As Caesar walked in, he closed the door behind him. He took two steps forward and then stopped.

His gaze traveled down Shen Yu'an's face, past his collarbone, chest, waistline, skirt, and exposed thighs, then back up, finally settling on his eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips loosened slightly. His eyes darkened.

He stared at Shen Yu'an for several seconds, his gaze unrestrained and tender, sliding from her shoulder to her waist and back to her face, lingering longer at each spot than usual.

Shen Yu'an's legs felt weak under his gaze.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

He saw Caesar walking towards him, his steps slow but steady, his leather shoes making no sound on the carpet.

Xize stopped in front of him, raised his hand, and placed his fingertips on his collarbone.

His fingertips slowly slid along the lines of his collarbone, stopping at the edge of his collar, where he gently twisted the piece of black fabric between his fingers.

His gaze followed his fingers, from the curve of the collar to the belt at the waist, and then back to Shen Yu'an's face.

"When did you buy this?" His voice was hoarse, the kind of hoarseness that came from deep in his throat.

"Last week."

"Where is it hidden?"

"The bottom of the wardrobe."

Caesar's fingertips slid from his collar to the thin belt on his waist, hooked it, pulled it gently, and then released it.

Shen Yu'an shrank back slightly, and Xize's hand naturally touched the exposed skin on her side. He warmed the skin with his palm for a few seconds, then spoke, his voice even lower than before: "Baby, are you dressed like this for me to see?"

Shen Yu'an's ears turned bright red. He tilted his head slightly and then turned back, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "Who else would I show this to?"

Xize tightened his grip, and with his other hand he raised it to pinch his chin, turning his face back to face him.

His gaze lingered on Shen Yu'an's face for a moment, from his eyebrows to his lips, before he spoke, his voice trailing off with a slightly rough, drawn-out tone: "So now you see how I reacted."

Shen Yu'an was forced to look up at him.

His gaze traveled down from Xize's eyes, past his Adam's apple, past his open collar, and landed on a certain spot.

Shen Yu'an glanced at it once and looked away, but the image was already imprinted in his mind. His ears felt like they were on fire, turning red all the way down to the base of his neck.

"I saw it." Shen Yu'an's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"What was the reaction?"

Shen Yu'an opened his mouth, but the sound caught in his throat before finally coming out. His gaze drifted downwards involuntarily for a moment before quickly returning to his original position.

Xize's lips twitched slightly, but the movement was very small.

He released his hand from Shen Yu'an's chin, bent down, and picked him up in one swift motion.

Xize put him on the bed.

"I've tried it."

Where did you try it?

"studio."

"Looking at yourself in the mirror in the art studio?"

"Um."

What were you thinking when you saw it?

Shen Yu'an tilted her head, her ears turning bright red.

He felt Caesar's fingers still lingering at the edge of his collar, the nails tickling his skin. "I was wondering how you'd react if you saw this."

His voice came from where he was standing: "Now you know."

Xize didn't let him take off his clothes; the black outfit was still on him.

"Look in the mirror," Caesar's voice came from behind him.

Shen Yu'an raised his head.

He saw himself in the mirror; his collar was askew, revealing a large expanse of his collarbone, and his skirt was rolled up so high it couldn't cover his upper thighs.

He saw Xize standing behind him, almost a head taller than him, his gaze falling on him from the mirror.