The qipao gifted by grandma was completely ruined in his hands.
She didn't know where he had gotten such strength to mess up the clothes to that extent.
Zoe Bell felt heartbroken.
It was handmade, and she usually didn't even like to wear it.
Gentle kisses dropped on her ear, spreading downwards, his voice tender, "Zoe, actually, you look especially beautiful in a qipao."
"It's not ugly, I just..."
"I don't want other people to see."
"From now on, will you wear the qipao only for me to see, okay?"
Zoe Bell naturally disliked the idea, as grandma had given her many pieces, hoping she would wear them out, not just for their private bedroom pleasures.
This request was really preposterous.
Seeing that Zoe Bell hadn't agreed, William Hale didn't rush but just held her and went to bed.
Her hair was half-dry, the strands slightly cool, damp, landing on her back and chest, the cool touch making her body tighten.
The damp hair brushed against her body.
