In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

"This is Sister Yun's new exotic ice silk."

Li Zimo calmly watched the curve of Mrs. Lin's wrist, his voice low and pleasant,

"This silk adjusts itself to fit when exposed to body temperature. If you don't try it on, it might not fit you properly."

Mrs. Lin nodded suddenly, "So that's how it is."

She took the brocade box, opened it and took a look. Her face immediately turned red - inside the box was a hollow silk bellyband embroidered with her maiden name. The material, as thin as a cicada's wing, shone with a pearly luster in the light.

"This..." She hurriedly closed the lid of the box, her ears turning red.

This was indeed a custom-made style according to her requirements, but it was really embarrassing to be handed to her directly by a man like this.

"I'll go try it on." Mrs. Lin said hurriedly, holding the brocade box and walking quickly towards the fitting room.

Only when the curtain embroidered with lotus flowers fell did she breathe a sigh of relief, her chest still heaving violently.

She bit her lower lip lightly and untied the silk belt around her waist with trembling fingertips.

The outer shirt slipped to the ground, revealing a mauve bellyband embroidered with peonies.

When she was about to put on the newly made silk bellyband, her heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest.

In the bronze mirror, the ice silk fits her voluptuous curves, making her skin look as white as snow.

Mrs. Lin was secretly pleased when she suddenly felt her waist tighten - the silk tie automatically contracted as if it were a living thing, strangling her so much that her breathing was suffocated.

"Ah!" She couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

Li Zimo's concerned voice came from outside the curtain: "Mrs. Lin, is there anything wrong?"

"This... this lace can't be untied..."

Mrs. Lin's voice trembled, and her eyes turned red from being strangled.

"It's so uncomfortable..."

"Madam, don't panic,"

A corner of the curtain was lifted, and Li Zimo's voice was close at hand.

"This is the characteristic of ice silk. Let me help you."

"Don't--"

Before Mrs. Lin could stop him, the man's slender figure had already stepped into the fitting room.

The small space was immediately filled with the crisp pine scent of him.

She hurriedly covered her chest, but was unable to move because the straps were too tight, so she could only turn her face away in shame.

Li Zimo's fingers deftly reached her back, brushing against her sensitive neck while untying the straps.

“It will be fine soon.”

His warm breath fanned her ear.

At the moment when the laces were loosened, Li Zimo's fingertips "accidentally" brushed across the sensitive area on her waist.

Mrs. Lin gasped in surprise and turned around subconsciously, but her big movement caused her bellyband to fall to the ground.

Li Zimo was pulled down by her, and he pressed his whole body on her, their lips touching.

"Madam, please forgive me!"

He apologized, but his hands firmly grasped her slender waist.

Mrs. Lin's breathing was disordered, and her naked upper body was pressed against the man's solid chest.

She looked up into Li Zimo's deep eyes, where it seemed as if a whirlpool was sucking her in.

My mind was struggling, but my body was honestly burning with heat.

"You...bad boy..." Her scolding was soft, more like a tacit approval.

Li Zimo lowered his head and sealed her lips, and gently pried open her teeth with the tip of his tongue.

Mrs. Lin felt dizzy and all her resistance melted away in this passionate kiss.

When the man's hand touched her smooth back, she was completely immersed in this beauty.

In the fitting room, Mrs. Lin was lying on the embroidered cushion, her snow-white legs casually draped around her waist, her embroidered shoes having been kicked off and dropped somewhere unknown.

She tilted her neck back, her hair was disheveled, her pearl hairpins were hanging sideways, and intermittent hums escaped from her red lips.

"Gentle...hmm..." She bit her lip, but couldn't suppress the moan in her throat.

Shangguan Ningxiang covered her mouth behind the screen in the inner room, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms.

Through the gaps in the carvings, she saw Mrs. Lin turn over and hold on to the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

The ice silk bellyband was still half hanging on the arm, swaying in an alluring arc with every movement.

“Did you see yourself in the mirror?”

Li Zimo whispered in Mrs. Lin's ear, his fingers entwined with her loose black hair.

“How beautiful.”

The bronze mirror reflected the figures of two people, and Mrs. Lin's blurred eyes suddenly met Shangguan Ningxiang's frightened gaze in the mirror.

Shangguan Ningxiang's blood instantly froze - but Mrs. Lin just blinked in a trance, and then was deprived of consciousness by a new round of stimulation.

"Ah!" A sharp scream pierced the air, and the rouge and powder on the dressing table jingled.

Li Zimo held Mrs. Lin's slender and soft waist, his hands feeling smooth.

Shangguan Ningxiang saw the taut lines of his back muscles and beads of sweat sliding down his spine into the depths of his robes.

Various sounds intertwined together.

Shangguan Ningxiang's legs felt weak, sweat oozed from her back, and her thin underwear stuck to her butterfly bones.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound - Mrs. Lin knocked over her dressing box, and the pearls and jade rolled all over the floor.

She lay trembling on the scattered silk, the tassels in her hair swinging wildly, drawing messy golden lines in the sunlight.

"I can't take it anymore... Really..." The sobbing plea suddenly turned into a scream, "Don't touch there——!"

Shangguan Ningxiang suddenly closed her eyes and shrank back against the wall.

The cold wall pressed against her burning back, but it couldn't extinguish the sound in her ears.

She must leave!

But when he looked down, he saw that he was in a miserable state with only his underwear on, and his storage sachet had been taken away by the villain. Where could he escape to?

The noise outside gradually subsided, leaving only intermittent gasps.

After a long time, Mrs. Lin's lazy and hoarse voice came:

"You bastard...if my master knew..."

"Don't worry, ma'am."

There was a sense of contentment and laziness in Li Zimo's voice, and the rustling of fabrics suggested that he was tidying up his clothes.

"This matter is known to heaven and earth, and to you and me."

After a rustling sound, the figure of Madam Lin combing her hair flashed before the bronze mirror.

Her cheeks were still flushed and there were suspicious red marks on her neck, but she smiled contentedly at the mirror.

When her embroidered shoes stepped over the threshold, her legs were so weak that she almost tripped, and she had to hold on to the door frame to steady herself.

As the footsteps faded away, the embroidery workshop fell into silence.

Shangguan Ningxiang heard her own violent heartbeat hitting her eardrums, and cold sweat slid down her back.

Sudden--

"Miss Shangguan."

Li Zimo's voice rang out against the screen, startling her so much that she almost jumped up.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

The carved screen was suddenly pulled open, and the moment the sunlight pierced into the inner room, Shangguan Ningxiang saw Li Zimo's appearance clearly:

The robe was draped loosely, with rouge marks on the collarbone and a strand of a woman's black hair entangled in her black hair.

The most terrifying thing was his eyes, which flashed with a faint light like a beast staring at its prey.

"I..." Her throat was dry and she instinctively shrank back, but she hit a wall with no way to retreat.

Li Zimo leaned closer, still carrying the musky scent of lovemaking.

He reached out and pinched her chin, his thumb brushing across her trembling lips:

"Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise."