Bella let out a shrill howl in her heart, her inner self silently raising a middle finger to the sky.
She planned to wait until the dead of night to launch a counterattack against this untouchable tyrant.
Just as she was pondering a specific plan, Ye Jinzhi finally picked her up and rose from the bathtub.
Water cascaded down Ye Jinzhi's robust leg muscles, bringing with it a gust of damp, cold air.
"Bella, tell me, which one do you want to wear tonight?"
As soon as he spoke, her originally dim field of vision was instantly filled with an utterly luxurious brilliance.
Ye Jinzhi peeled her away from his scalding chest and placed her steadily on a cabinet in the walk-in closet.
Bella was startled by the sight before her.
It was an entire wall of doll clothes.
From complex, voluminous Victorian court dresses to hand-sewn lace nightgowns.
From ball gowns adorned with crushed diamonds to Lolita cloaks where every pleat was calculated with absolute precision...
There were others she couldn't see clearly due to her limited field of vision.
[So wealthy—this girl is living the dream.]
At this moment, Bella caught a glimpse of white in her peripheral vision.
Seeing Ye Jinzhi with his back to her picking out clothes, she carefully shifted her gaze, only to realize that he had merely tied a soaking wet white towel loosely around his waist.
The ends of his V-lines disappeared into the edge of the towel, half-hidden, exuding an inexplicable wildness.
[So this guy actually wore a towel into the bathtub. At least he tied a piece of cloth around himself; he scared me to death earlier.]
Ye Jinzhi's slender fingers glided across the rows of hangers, occasionally making the sound of clashing metal.
He didn't seem to care whether Bella could answer or not, completely immersing himself in a sick thrill called dressing up his personal possession.
Eventually, from the dazzling pile of gorgeous clothes, he took down a light blue dress.
It was an incredibly elegant Empire-waist gown.
The waistline of this style was raised extremely high, sitting right below the bustline, tied with a narrow white ribbon.
[Put it on, put it on, I've already made my peace with this.]
For the following process, Bella simply chose to completely give up and let it happen.
After all, she had survived the naked and honest undressing and bathing scene earlier, so putting on clothes was no big deal in her eyes.
The loose white towel around the young man's waist swayed slightly as he bent over, and his visually striking abs dangled right in front of Bella's eyes.
[...Tsk, all this swaying is making my eyes hurt.]
Bella let out an extremely disdainful, yet actually guilty, tsk in her heart.
She wanted to distract herself, but those cold-white, firm muscle lines, still dripping with water droplets, seemed to have their own magnetic force, tightly gripping her gaze.
Immediately after, cool fingertips brushed across her back.
In order to help her pull up that high-waisted skirt, his palm had to broadly support her waist.
"It suits you perfectly."
Ye Jinzhi lowered his voice, carrying an unconscious tenderness.
He patiently adjusted every tiny pleat at the collar.
His eyes, as pitch-black as ink, currently reflected the cascading layers of the light blue skirt.
It was as if he had truly caught a rare, unblinking mermaid with his own hands in the turbulent depths of the sea,
and then imprisoned her in this walk-in closet filled with his scent.
The skirt swayed gently with his movements, its color transitioning from light to dark, shimmering with a rippling glow under the lights.
He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, his fingertips affectionately and repeatedly stroking the spiral ring he had just placed around Bella's neck.
"Wait for me a moment."
Ye Jinzhi leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Bella's forehead.
Then, he straightened up, looked down at the towel he had purposely tied so loosely, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes, and turned to dive back into the bathroom.
With a click, the bathroom door closed, followed by the fine, rhythmic sound of running water.
Bella, who had been as stiff as a stone statue a second ago, suddenly bounced up from the cabinet like an electrified salted fish.
[Phew—hah! I was suffocating to death.]
Ignoring the gorgeous Empire-waist gown on her body, she frantically stretched her stiff limbs on the cabinet.
After recovering for a moment, Bella began to look around.
[Oh ho, a shocking discovery.]
She saw that the entire wall behind her was actually full of dresses.
But unlike the wall of exquisitely shrunken doll clothes from earlier, every single one of these dresses was tailored to normal female proportions.
There was a sharply tailored, extremely waist-cinching Hepburn-style black dress; a highly draped silk nightgown; an overly finely crafted French vintage floral maxi dress...
Ahhhhh, I love them so much! They all look so good!
No girl would ever complain about having too many dresses.
The style of these dresses was extremely distinct—young, vibrant, and full of a girlish aura. A few of them even clearly gave off a lingering sense of childish innocence.
So, who on earth were these dresses prepared for?
Bella rapidly flipped through the original novel in her mind.
Ye Jinzhi's mother had passed away, there wasn't even a female cat in the house, and the book never mentioned him having any childhood sweethearts or distant female cousins.
Bella leaned on the cabinet, resting her chin in her hands, as a wicked sense of amusement welled up inside her:
[Could it be... Ye Jinzhi is such a yandere that he secretly awakened some incredible attribute and became a cross-dressing king?]
She couldn't help but start picturing it in her head:
The over 1.8-meter-tall Ye Jinzhi, with his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and top-tier sculpted face, forcefully stuffing himself into a pink Valentino tutu.
Because his frame was too large, the lace was almost bursting at the seams.
Yet, he elegantly lifted the hem of the skirt while whining coquettishly at the mirror:
"Oh my, I am the most charming little princess today too~"
[Ew, yikes—]
Bella's own imagination gave her full-body goosebumps, her very soul shivering three times.
[Blergh—]
The image is too beautiful, I don't dare to look!
Although that face was indeed a top-tier divine beauty that killed both men and women, and dressing in women's clothing would definitely make him a devastatingly enchanting temptress, this kind of contrast...
Bella exclaimed inwardly: My heart can't take it!
She quickly kicked that cursed image out of her head, afraid that if she thought about it for one more second, she would develop PTSD toward Ye Jinzhi's handsome face.
Pulling her thoughts back, Bella's gaze landed beside her again.
A pile of accessories: a jeweled tiara, a pair of sapphire earrings, and a necklace also inlaid with sapphires.
Next to them was probably the dress that had just been taken off her: complicated and exquisite, with layers upon layers of lace, and gold threads outlining delicate patterns along the hem.
Hmm?
There seemed to be... something pressed underneath the skirt.
Driven by some inexplicable urge, she reached out and nudged the skirt aside.
[Ding-a-ling—]
An extremely crisp bell chime rang out.
Bella was startled. She listened closely, and only after confirming that the sound of running water in the bathroom hadn't stopped did she relax and take a careful look.
It was a longevity lock.
Author: Hahaha, let's see what Bella looks like after Ye Jinzhi changes her clothes~
