They wanted you to divorce and leave, but you became a rich woman's dream man.

Since Ye Xiaowei wasn't home, Gao Jun went to her place instead.

He mainly wanted to spend time with Ye Xiaowei—ever since their relationship was made public, there was always a hint of fear in her eyes, like a frightened deer.

Ye Xiaowei hadn't seen him for a long time.

After she learned of their relationship, Ye Xiaowei tried to keep her distance, but she couldn't help missing Gao Jun—especially when she was alone at night, she would always think of the warmth of his palm.

Gao Jun asked, "Weiwei, I'm coming to your place. Did you buy the black stockings?" His tone was somewhat tentative, afraid of touching a sensitive nerve.

Ye Xiaowei replied, "I bought it."

The sound was as soft as a feather, yet it vibrated so loudly in the receiver that it made his eardrums burn.

Gao Jun said, "I'll come over tonight." He didn't dare say "I want to see you," afraid of putting pressure on her.

Ye Xiaowei replied, "Okay." Her voice trembled slightly at the end, like a string being hooked by her fingertips.

He wanted to get a good look at her. Whether she wore black stockings or not wasn't that important; he just needed to find a reason to get closer to her.

Upon arriving at Ye Xiaowei's house, the first thing Gao Jun did was to hug her—as he tightened his arms, he could hear her soft, muffled breathing, like a kitten kneading.

Then he pulled her toward the sofa. She stumbled slightly and whispered, "Slow down..." with a hint of reproach, but she didn't pull her hand away.

In the evening, Gao Jun went to Ye Xiaowei's house, rang the doorbell, and saw her opening the door, wearing a short skirt.

Ye Xiaowei was stunningly beautiful, and her snow-white legs captivated Gao Jun, but he first noticed the redness on the tips of her ears—it was even more pronounced than when they last met.

After closing the door, Gao Jun took her hand and led her to the sofa.

"Weiwei, you're wearing a short skirt." He brushed his fingertips across the inside of her wrist, where there was a light-colored mole.

When they first met, she wore jeans, but today she wore a short skirt—he knew she was always conservative, and this change made his heart flutter.

"Hmm." She lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes casting shadows beneath her eyes. "You said... it looks good this way."

“Weiwei, black stockings…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, then he suddenly changed his words, “Actually, you don’t have to wear them either—”

"Don't worry, darling, it's ready." She interrupted him, her hair brushing against the back of his hand as she turned, carrying the scent of jasmine.

When Ye Xiaowei entered the bedroom and took the black stockings from the bedside table, he noticed that her fingertips paused on the packaging for two seconds—as if she was cheering herself up.

Although they only met twice in two months, she knew she liked Gao Jun and didn't want to resist her feelings—even though every time she got close to him felt like walking on thin ice, she still wanted to walk towards him.

Holding the black stockings in front of Gao Jun, Ye Xiaowei took off her slippers, her ankles swaying slightly as she said, "Don't...don't stare..."

He swallowed hard: "What are you afraid of? You're my woman."

Her hand, which was putting on stockings, paused, her ear tips turning bright red: "You're always so... indecent."

“Weiwei…” Gao Jun swallowed hard. “I’m serious.”

"Is it pretty...?"

Her voice trembled, and her black stockings bunched up at her knees.

“Darling…” He reached out to touch her, but was afraid of scaring her, so his fingertips hovered in mid-air. “You look good in anything.” Ye Xiaowei’s voice trembled. Gao Jun was much older than her and was her elder in terms of seniority, but now they were together, and she was dressed like this for him to see—but the seriousness in his eyes made her feel that perhaps she shouldn’t be afraid.

“Beautiful…” Gao Jun suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest. “Listen, it’s beating so fast.”

Her fingertips touched the burning heat of his skin, and she tried to pull them back, but he held them down: "Don't dodge, Weiwei... I only want you."

Ye Xiaowei's hand slowly curled up, gripping the hem of his shirt: "Me...me too."

Gao Jun could no longer control his impulse. As he held her tightly, he heard her soft moan, muffled by his embrace, "It hurts..."

He immediately loosened his grip, but she grabbed his neck with her other hand.

"Weiwei..." He kissed the top of her head, "Don't avoid me anymore, okay?"

She didn't speak, but her legs, encased in black stockings, gently brushed against his calf, as if in silent response.

This pleased Gao Jun. He knew she wasn't very social and that she had used up all her courage to get this far—so he was willing to wait until the timidity in her eyes turned into longing.

……

At 6:09 the next morning, Ye Xiaowei woke up and hugged Gao Jun tighter, burying her face in his neck and whispering, "Yesterday... I was actually very nervous."

He ruffled her messy hair: "I know."

“But you said…” she twisted her fingers around the button of his pajamas, “that I look good in black stockings.”

"It's not the black stockings, it's you." He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "You look good in anything."

Ye Xiaowei laughed, her voice muffled against his chest: "Smooth talker."

"Hmm... Let's go on a trip next week, I'd like to go with you."

She really wanted to travel alone with Gao Jun and relax.

"Okay, Weiwei, I'll do whatever you say."

It didn't matter where they went, as long as he was with her, Gao Jun was happy and excited.

Gao Jun was stunned. He saw her bury her face even deeper, her black-stockinged toes gently hooking around his instep—this meant she had agreed.

Over the next two or three days, whenever Gao Jun video-called her on WeChat, he could always see the new red marks behind her ears, and her eyes would always wander elsewhere when she spoke: "Come early tonight..."

"Missed me?" he teased her deliberately. "No, I didn't..."

She stubbornly insisted, but then turned the camera towards the wardrobe, saying, "The black stockings... are washed."

"Fool."

He laughed out loud, "I was thinking of you."

On the screen, she slammed her phone face down on the pillow, and a muffled voice came through: "Ugh..."

Gao Jun stared at his black-screen phone, hearing his own heartbeat—it turns out that when you like someone, even arguing feels like eating candy. (End of Chapter)