A single "baby" made Mu Qiu’s heart leap with joy, her head spinning almost to the point of ecstasy.

When she returned to Yishan, she was still somewhat in a daze.

What a Mary Sue term of endearment, she would usually get goosebumps hearing it, but now, these two words came out of Cheng Zhirang’s mouth, and the "baby" was her...

Hiss—

It felt like steam was rising from her head.

Cheng Zhirang could tell what she was thinking, a smile playing on his lips as he led her towards the room.

"You haven’t even tried these two skirts yet, do you want to try them now?"

Mu Qiu’s soul was floating in outer space right now, whatever he said was it, whatever he handed her she took, carrying the two skirts into the room, sitting for quite a while before finally realizing why she had come in.

She let out a deep breath in front of the bathroom mirror, patted her face, and used the back of her hand to cool down her face.

Then she first picked up that abstract painted short skirt and put it on. The skirt’s base tone was red, with a bold abstract painting style. She wore a printed white t-shirt on top, and surprisingly, it matched quite well.

She walked out to show Cheng Zhirang, doing a twirl in front of him.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good," his gaze was gentle, but upon reaching her mostly bare long legs, he averted his eyes and added,

"It’s just not very convenient for going out, when sitting down and standing up, it’s easy to have a wardrobe malfunction. Best to wear it at home."

Mu Qiu tried sitting on a stool; the short skirt slid up, the hem reaching mid-thigh and wanting to go further. If anyone sat in front of her, they might mischievously peek between her legs.

To avoid exposure, she could only sit with her legs slightly crossed, which was quite inconvenient.

"It’s a bit prone to exposure, but wouldn’t it be the same at home?"

Would the skirt somehow grow longer just because she’s at home?

Cheng Zhirang: "...I think being exposed at home is fine."

"It’s quite a problem," she ran her fingers through her hair, saying, "I could wear it when out with you, you can help cover me with your clothes when I sit down."

Besides, when she’s out with him, the setting is bound to be more formal, allowing her to elegantly cross her legs.

Cheng Zhirang was non-committal: "Try the second one, I think that one might be a bit tight."

Mu Qiu went in to change into the second one.

It was indeed a bit tight.

The soft denim fabric hugged her figure perfectly, especially with the slightly elastic waistband design that showcased her waistline beautifully.

She paused in front of the bathroom mirror for a moment before stepping out.

The positioning of these decorative belts... was creating an effect from C to D.

This isn’t an ordinary skirt, this is a girl group stage outfit, right?

Mu Qiu sighed, covering her chest and stepping out.

Cheng Zhirang was closing the curtains, pulling across with one arm to completely block the window. Hearing her come out, he turned to look at her.

His first glance undoubtedly fell on her chest, quickly moving his gaze away again.

Mu Qiu tried to stay composed, not spinning around this time, asking him, "How’s this? It is indeed a bit form-fitting."

Cheng Zhirang stepped closer and said in a low voice, "Very pretty."

It’s just that chest...

His Adam’s apple bobbed, restraining his gaze to stay on her face, asking her, "Is it too tight? Maybe a size bigger would be better."

"I don’t want to," Mu Qiu brushed her hair forward to cover her chest, saying calmly, "I could lose a bit of weight for this skirt."

"You’re already slim enough, you shouldn’t lose more weight."

"But Sister Shu Ran and others are slimmer than me; it looks better in clothes and on camera the slimmer you are."

"They don’t concern me."

Mu Qiu raised an eyebrow, "Those words are quite heartwarming."

She boldly removed her hand covering her chest, watching his reaction and laughed, "This skirt can only be worn at home. If I try hard, maybe I can slim down a bit more."

Cheng Zhirang didn’t respond, just stared at her, stepping forward, reaching to push her hair back.

Then, without withdrawing his hand, his palm upturned, he casually yet deliberately brushed his knuckles lightly up and down her collarbone.

Mu Qiu gazed up at him.

After a moment, she flinched slightly, laughing coyly, "Ticklish."

"This skirt," Cheng Zhirang closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly helpless, "just don’t wear it out, okay?"

"Ah—how many skirts do I have now that can’t go out?"

Her eyes glinted mischievously, grabbing his hand to her face, filled with joy, "Should all pretty clothes only be worn for you to see?"

Cheng Zhirang really became a bit presumptuous, "If that’s possible."

"That’s definitely not possible."

She pushed his hand away, laughing and dodging away.

Running, her hair flopped over her chest again, the ends flicking across her fair skin before vanishing beneath the skirt’s neckline.

Cheng Zhirang watched her like that, his gaze not intrusive yet didn’t shift like a gentleman’s might.

Just as if admiring a butterfly fluttering within a flower bush, only the butterfly he’s watching can only remain by his side.

"Hey? I feel like this skirt’s fabric is really soft, it doesn’t chafe at all, nor does it feel restrictive. Do you think..."

Cheng Zhirang leaned back on the couch, his head tilted back with his hand covering his eyes, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, he sighed.

"I don’t know whether it’s torturing you or me."

Mu Qiu: "..."

She couldn’t help but laugh, running back to dive into his arms, "It’s not like I want to torture you; you know I can hardly refuse you. Let’s just say—it’s the wrong time."

"Be careful, this skirt isn’t that long either." Cheng Zhirang reached around her incredibly slim waist.

"What about it, aren’t I in front of you?"

Mu Qiu wasn’t bothered, kneeling beside his thighs, leaning on his shoulder, tilting her head to look at him, her wavy hair drifting down, brushing against his chest.

"Should I pair this skirt with wavy curls and really bold lipstick?"

"No need, it’s already great like this."

If I wanted to wear it out? My lipstick is too light, it won’t do."

Cheng Zhirang tucked her hair behind her ear, speaking gently, "You’re not allowed to wear it out."

"...Oh."

So domineering, it reflexively made her only able to respond with "oh."

Seeing her agreement, Cheng Zhirang smiled gently, sitting up from that position to kiss her.

Initially, it was just a brief taste, but it quickly spiraled out of control.

His arm around her waist tightened, sliding up slightly to pull her closer to him.

This skirt really accentuated her figure, especially in her current position; his hand moving slightly up and down on her waist felt the S-shaped curve.

He held her tighter and tighter, to the point it was a bit constricting, and Mu Qiu couldn’t help but hum a bit while catching her breath.

That hum directly ignited Cheng Zhirang. Mu Qiu hadn’t even reacted before the world spun around her, and she was pressed onto the sofa. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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Brother Cheng: Got the skirt, got 001, but how do I handle not being able to have you?