When they got married, she thought Shi Che wouldn’t touch her, because his affections were for elder sister, but the moment Shi Che saw her, she clearly saw the change in his dark eyes—so deep, so intense, radiating a masculine wildness and desire. He quickly strode over, pulled her forcefully into his arms, and then kissed her deeply.
Her first kiss and her first night were both taken in that moment.
Later, she, aiming to be a dignified and gentle lady, didn’t dare wear such a nightgown again, so she packed the nightgown away in a box and locked it in a storage cabinet.
Ling Chuxia put on the nightgown and stood in front of the full-length mirror, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Compared to herself three years ago, she had shed her immaturity. No longer a little girl, she was now a mature woman.
Her bust was full, her waist was slender, and her legs were long and straight. The nightgown, made of gauze, clung to her body in a way that was both revealing and concealing, provoking the imagination.
Having grown accustomed to decorum over the years, Ling Chuxia suddenly felt her cheeks redden from wearing something .
But for her child, she had to do whatever it took! Ling Chuxia clenched her fists tightly, mentally cheered herself on, and then turned to leave the room.
She first went downstairs to warm a cup of milk for Shi Che, then carried it upstairs. As she reached the study door, she paused, then brushed her hair back and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Shi Che’s deep voice came from inside.
Ling Chuxia took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and walked in.
Shi Che was sitting behind a large desk, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, his brow slightly furrowed, one hand supporting his chin, and the other occasionally tapping on the keyboard. He was completely absorbed and didn’t spare her a glance.
Ling Chuxia stepped forward, cleared her throat, and said, "Sir, I’ve brought you a glass of milk."
Shi Che didn’t look away from the computer screen, just nodded and said softly, "Hmm, set it down."
Ling Chuxia reflexively moved to place the milk down and then turn to leave but paused mid-motion.
She had dressed this way specifically to arouse his desire, and yet he hadn’t even glanced at her. How could she ignite his desire?
She couldn’t just leave ; she needed to make him look at her.
Ling Chuxia’s dark eyes flickered cleverly, and a glint of an idea sparked in her eyes. She tiptoed silently closer and, as she was about to set the glass down, her hand "accidentally" loosened, tipping it over, and spilling all the milk onto Shi Che’s pants.
Unprepared, Shi Che found himself drenched, his eyes widened in shock, and before he could react, Ling Chuxia exclaimed, apologizing profusely, "Sir, I’m so sorry, it wasn’t intentional. Let me clean that up for you."
No sooner had she said it than she knelt down and started wiping the milk stains from his pants.
As she was cleaning near a particularly sensitive area, her hand almost reaching, Shi Che’s gaze darkened, and he firmly grabbed her hand. His eyes swept over her, and he was visibly shaken.
Ling Chuxia, in her sheer nightgown, glimmered under the dim yellow light with a beguiling translucence. Perhaps due to nervousness or haste, her cheeks were tinged with a light blush, and as she was half-kneeling before him, his eyes glanced down only to see her fair and full bosom, partially hidden, exuding a lethal seduction.