He is like a delusional person

Chapter 180 I haven’t finished trying on the clothes yet
Although the two of them had been intimate for a long time, Wen Sheng was still blushing with embarrassment and bowed his head slightly, feeling extremely gentle.

Fu Yanlin was a little overwhelmed by her shyness of lowering her head. His eyes were locked on her soft jawline and he couldn't move away at all.

Because it uses Western-style vertical tailoring sewing techniques, it complements Wen Sheng's figure more perfectly than one-piece flat tailoring.

It looks delicate, but it is tall and straight.

Especially that slender waist that can be grasped, it is almost invisible.

Fu Yanlin walked up behind her, and what caught his eye was Wen Sheng's smooth and flawless back. Under the dim light, her skin was like gelatin, delicate as porcelain, and shining.

Her long, silky hair exuded a dark and healthy luster. It was casually scattered from her shoulders, half-covered and half-covered, making her back more smooth and beautiful.

damn it.

Just by looking at his back, Fu Yanlin couldn't hold himself back.

The heat in his throat rolled up involuntarily, and he ruthlessly suppressed the whims and thoughts in his mind, forcing himself to focus on helping her pull up the invisible zipper of the cheongsam.

Time seemed to be deliberately slowed down.

Wen Sheng didn't know what kind of struggle Fu Yanlin went through in just less than a minute. She saw him pulling up his hair, arranging his hair, stepping on the carpet with bare feet, and looking in the mirror.

It has to be said that Fu Yanlin has some aesthetic standards.

This dress was tailor-made for Wen Sheng.

Looking at Wen Sheng who looked like a lotus in the mirror, Fu Yanlin especially wanted to praise himself. How come his vision was so good ten years ago?

Wen Sheng himself was also satisfied.

I wanted to say that this is the only one, and I would save the others for when I have the opportunity to wear them again.

But Fu Yanlin had other thoughts. He suppressed the surprise in his heart and pretended to be calm, "A Sheng, try something else."

Hearing what Fu Yanlin said, and thinking that these clothes were carefully selected by him, Wen Sheng couldn't help but offend him, so she nodded in agreement.

The corners of Fu Yanlin's mouth curled up slightly, but he suppressed it calmly. He took the initiative to help Wen Sheng unzip the zipper, then handed Wen Sheng a black dress from another bag, and turned around very consciously, making an inappropriate gesture. Looks like he can peek.

Wen Sheng originally wanted to ask him to go out, but it was obvious that he was so self-conscious that he swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips.

She thought to herself that Fu Yanlin would be a gentleman.

Moreover, what intimate things have the two of them not done?Wouldn't it be a bit pretentious to change his clothes and ask him to go out in a whisper?

That's it.

Wen Sheng looked quietly in the mirror and saw that Fu Yanlin was really standing with his back on his back without taking a peek. Then he took off the pink and white silk embroidered cheongsam and prepared to put on the black dress Fu Yanlin had prepared for her. .

It was a black tube top long skirt with high slits. As soon as Wen Sheng put it on, her whole aura changed. It felt completely different from the pink and white embroidered cheongsam upper body.

If we say that the pink and white cheongsam is the lady who came out of Zhuji in the old days, then this long black slit skirt is the robe of the cool queen.

There is a bit of a cold temperament, but there is also a pure desire that cannot be ignored in those watery deer eyes.

Especially when she stared at Fu Yanlin for a moment and asked, "What do you think of this?"

It almost takes away one's soul.

Fu Yanlin suddenly remembered the time they had a falling out. Wen Sheng followed Zhu Qingjia to the B family's appreciation dinner. He took the opportunity to check the guest list with Louis and showed up at the dinner with Song Yuen.

That night, he saw Wen Sheng and Zhu Qingjia standing together. She was also wearing a black dress, with black eyebrows and red lips, and her skin was like cream. She was sent to the check-in counter by the waiter holding a big black umbrella.

How can it be summed up in two words: "amazing".His Asheng is the most beautiful girl in the world.

When Wen Sheng saw that Fu Yanlin didn't say a word, she thought it was because the dress didn't look good, so she said softly, "Forget it if it doesn't look good."

As he spoke, he reached behind his back to reach for the zipper.

Suddenly, Fu Yan came forward, hugged her slender waist from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, looked at her through the mirror, smiled as softly as the spring breeze in February, his voice was mellow and low, and he said completely seriously, "Good-looking."

Wen Sheng smiled and said, "Seriously?"

"really."

"Let's take a look at the other ones?"

"It's not in a hurry..." Fu Yanlin's voice deepened, and suddenly there was a rustling, indescribable sense of lust.

"Huh? But...well..." Wen Sheng just wanted to ask him why he was not in a hurry?Fu Yanlin's kiss had already fallen on her neck. It was obviously gentle, but the burning sensation was intense inch by inch, and it was an irresistible numbness.

Two people whose souls are compatible can easily find happiness.

Warm lights pour in and intertwine, making the room look romantic and enchanting.

After kissing each other, Fu Yanlin pulled her cheek from behind and kissed her.

Wen Sheng noticed his intense change and moved her lips away. Her warm breath entwined her and she asked, "We still need to try on clothes."

Fu Yanlin turned her over, lifted her chin, and locked her lustrous, tender eyes, with a wet voice, "A Sheng, actually my self-control ability is not very good."

"what?"

"You are so tempting, can I still quietly give you time to try on clothes?"

Fu Yanlin stared at her bright lips and said solemnly, "I can't help it at all."

Wen Sheng's head buzzed.

Before she could react, Fu Yanlin kissed her directly, blocking her chance to speak.

Wen Sheng's head buzzed.

Before she could react, Fu Yanlin kissed her directly, blocking her chance to speak.

Wen Sheng stood weakly, and Fu Yanlin easily picked him up and placed him on the island in the center of the cloakroom.

The night was quiet.

A beautiful room.
Even the sound of breathing was ambiguous.

Wen Sheng's mind was dizzy, as if he had turned into a small boat on the sea, swaying, rising and falling under the crazy beating and entanglement of the waves.It is also like a sapling in spring, eager to be nourished by more rain and taking root deep in the ground.

Before he fell asleep from exhaustion, the dress he was wearing was gone.

Wen Sheng squinted and lay on Fu Yanlin's shoulder, "I haven't finished trying on the clothes yet."

Fu Yanlin lifted her bangs from her sweat-drenched hair, curled her thin lips into a smile, and said meaningfully, "Well, let's try again tomorrow night."

She always felt that something was wrong with the clothes she tried on tonight.

As for what was wrong, she had no energy to think about it at this time.

(End of this chapter)