Wei Anning held the evening gown with a perplexed expression, a high-end custom black tailcoat that oozed luxury even without being worn, indicating its expense.
After the butler left, Wei Anning looked at Leng Youchen. "With the butler gone, who's going to help you change?"
The man's well-defined long fingers pointed at her distantly and succinctly said one word, "You!"
"Me?" Wei Anning incredulously pointed to her nose. "I don't know how to dress a man, not to mention I am a disabled person. Are you abusing me?"
"Dressing me is abuse to you? If I were to make you lie down and take me, wouldn't you say I'm raping you?" The man's sharp gaze swept across her chest as if undressing her with his eyes.
Wei Anning hastily covered her chest with the clothes, her pretty face turning beet red. How could he speak so crudely? And what sort of look was that in his eyes? It was absolutely invasive.
