He pushed the door open—
The next second, Ji Xiaoyuan thoroughly saw the scene that had just flashed through his mind.
He almost drew a sharp breath.
The young girl was facing away from him, her back fully exposed.
A goose-yellow corset strap hung around her neck, with two more trailing at her waist.
She was exquisitely slender, her swan-like neck snow-white and elegant, breathtakingly beautiful.
Su Zhiruan heard the sound of footsteps but did not see him approaching, and couldn’t help feeling puzzled, so she turned to look at him, "Ji Xiaoyuan?"
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he responded in a low voice, "Mhm."
With that, he walked over.
The instant the young girl turned her head, it could not be overstated to say she looked like a blooming lotus weeping with dew; her ink-black hair cascading down, her palm-sized, porcelain white face soft and translucent, and her eyes seemed to speak, beckoning alluringly. Yet, her bearing was cool, distant, and delicate. The combination of these traits made it impossible to look away; she was simply too remarkable.
He stepped forward, bent down, "If it’s tied too tight, just let me know."
Ji Xiaoyuan’s rough hands picked up the two straps and wrapped them loosely once around.
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The room was exceptionally quiet; one could even hear each other breathing.
Su Zhiruan inwardly sighed.
This was truly an opportunity.
Ji Xiaoyuan seemed not very adept at this sort of task, not quite getting the tightness right as he wrapped the straps, and occasionally, his fingertips would brush against her skin.
At the moment it ended, both were startled simultaneously.
It was a mere brush, gone in the blink of an eye.
But the heat from the man’s fingertips lingered on her back, then quickly loosened, and he tied the straps into a knot.
"It’s a bit... tight," the girl’s voice weakly protested as she tried to turn her head.
And the next second, along with her hair, Su Zhiruan found herself entangled in the straps.
"Hiss..." She frowned, trying to free her hair.
"Don’t move," Ji Xiaoyuan stopped her, "I’ll do it; pulling on it will hurt."
She stayed still, allowing Ji Xiaoyuan to rescue her hair.
After a few attempts, Ji Xiaoyuan successfully tied the corset straps for her, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you manage the skirt?" The man looked at the skirt by her side, meeting Su Zhiruan’s eyes. He weighed it out and then asked, "Shall I help you?"
"Many thanks, young master," Su Zhiruan looked at her legs.
Her legs were weak, and without her arms to support her, her leverage would be gone. Instead of exhausting herself trying to dress out of a sense of modesty, she might as well let him help.
Ji Xiaoyuan walked over.
He forced himself not to harbor any stray thoughts.
When he picked up the goose-yellow floral-patterned skirt, he found it a bit amusing.
He could never have imagined that these hands, used to wielding Longsword and slaying enemies, would someday be dressing a delicate young girl in a skirt.
After a brief study of the skirt’s construction, he quickly found the fasteners and ties. He went in front of Su Zhiruan and spoke slowly, "Extend your arm."
The girl obediently did so.
Su Zhiruan extended her other arm as well.
With the front overlapping, Ji Xiaoyuan prepared to tie her dress straps.
Standing and bending over, he began with some messy folds that he reached out to adjust.
And Su Zhiruan maintained an obedient demeanor, allowing him to dress her.
Just then, as he raised his head suddenly, he caught sight of a small clump at her chest.
His heartbeat, in that instant, pounded like a drum.
The young girl was still growing, without any pronounced curves, but a perfectly sized mound, securely covered, that made one’s heart skip a beat.
Upon hearing her speak, Ji Xiaoyuan hurriedly averted his gaze and tied the straps quickly and efficiently.
"Done, I’ll go check on the porridge." He stood up.
Since she couldn’t move her legs now, whether or not she changed the panties she wore under her original undergarment made no difference.
It wasn’t long before Ji Xiaoyuan came in with that evening’s meal.
The aroma was heady, detectable from a distance.
"Come and eat." The man brought over the freshly warmed buns and porridge.
The buns were beautifully white, carrying the savory scent of meat, steaming in the slightly chilly room, the fragrance overwhelming.
The hot porridge was a thick bowl, still a bit scalding.
Ji Xiaoyuan sat by her bedside, spooned up some hot porridge, and blew on it.
If seen by others, this scene might appear mismatched; a tall man with long legs sitting beside a young girl, his muscles well-defined, yet there he was, gently blowing on the porridge, trying to cool it down quickly.