Wine-red, black, and her skin as white as snow—the entire person was like a bewitchingly beautiful black rose blooming.
Dubian Che then personally realized what Kiyono Lin meant by "out of reach." It was indeed difficult for a normal person not to feel inferior upon seeing such exaggeratedly beautiful clothes and person.
Jiutiao Meijie was adjusting the position of her black dress. Having waited for a while without Dubian Che coming over, she grew angry. However, when she looked up into the mirror, she saw Dubian Che standing still, staring intently at her.
A smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
"If you perform well today, I’ll give you ten minutes to play with me in this outfit."
"Really? Hmm, what are you talking about!"
"Don’t you want to?" Jiutiao Meijie’s tone was ambiguous as her hand lightly brushed over her swelling chest and slender waist.
"It’s not about performing well or not, I’ll play whenever I want to!" Dubian Che bragged, but he only held her slim waist from behind.
It was only after he touched her that he truly understood the indescribable charm of her body.
Jiutiao Meijie scoffed disdainfully and handed him a black ribbon, "Tie me a bow."
Out of male instinct, Dubian Che was somewhat reluctant to let go of her waist.
He walked around to face Jiutiao Meijie, first lifting up the collar of her wine-red blouse, wrapped the black ribbon around it, and then clumsily tied a bow.
"Done," Dubian Che sighed in relief.
Such a sweet neck, he had to exert great effort to restrain himself from either snapping it with the ribbon or gnawing at it with his mouth.
Jiutiao Meijie reached out to grab Dubian Che’s wrist, re-buttoned his silver cufflinks, and straightened his collar.
"Meiji, I’d like to discuss something with you."
"If I perform well, no need for rewards, and if I perform poorly, no punishment?"
"No," Jiutiao Meijie patted Dubian Che’s chest lightly, "I’m looking forward to tonight, regardless of whether you perform well or not."
Compared to her joyful expression, Dubian Che’s face looked quite bad.
"Don’t look so grim, I’ll allow you to smile tonight."
Dubian Che forced a smile, and Jiutiao Meijie nodded in satisfaction.
After changing clothes, the pair headed to the ball venue. Dubian Che felt uncomfortable throughout the ride, his hands slightly numb.
Partly because of the unfamiliar suit, and partly because of Jiutiao Meijie’s earlier words.
She had spoken in a teasing tone typical of lovers, but Dubian Che would not forget her witch-like cruel nature.
Through the car window, one could see the embassies of various countries, and it seemed that tonight’s ball would be in the Harbor District.
As the luxury cars grew in number and the speed began to reduce, Dubian Che confirmed with Jiutiao Meijie once again.
"Will you really wring me dry if I embarrass myself?"
"Give up, there’s no room for negotiation."
"...Since that’s the case, I guess I have no choice but to aim for the reward."
Dubian Che straightened his suit jacket, alighted from the car first, then reached his hand into the car for Jiutiao Meijie.
Question: How can one avoid embarrassment at the ball?
Answer: Simple, just become the god of the new world—so handsome that no matter what you do, you will be forgiven.
"You are quite confident, aren’t you?"
"I’m the king of the world."
Dubian Che exuded unmatched confidence from head to toe.
Like the now-set sun, no one could prevent it from rising again the next day—such was his confidence.
Jiutiao Meijie, tilting her swan neck, placed her hand on his and elegantly alighted from the car.
"I am the queen. And you, merely a prince."
Jiutiao Meijie smiled as she hooked Dubian Che’s arm.
Before they even entered, at the entrance of the ball, the pair had already become the center of attention.