Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Qin Ruxue was full of questions.

Da Xia's socks are all made of pure cotton or thick cloth, loose and soft.

But this thing is as thin as a sheet of paper, yet it is incredibly elastic, and its shape is outrageous.

She tentatively slipped her right foot into the top of her sock.

Point your toes.

Pull it up little by little.

The moment the black threads touched the snow-white skin, they created an extremely strong visual impact.

Her originally fair ankles were now encased in a layer of translucent black.

It exudes a hazy allure.

Qin Ruxue pinched the edge of the sock with both hands and pulled it up along her calf.

The stockings were extremely elastic, clinging tightly to the perfect lines of her legs.

There are no wrinkles.

A feeling of tension came over me.

This unprecedented sense of constraint made Qin Ruxue feel both curious and inexplicably ashamed.

The stockings went past the knee.

It came to the thigh.

The line where black and snow-white meet slowly moves upwards along the long, slender thighs.

The soft flesh at the base of her thighs was subtly accentuated by the lace trim of the stockings, creating an extremely alluringly fleshy look.

Pure white, gradually swallowed and enveloped by mysterious black.

This process possesses an irresistible beauty.

One is dressed.

Qin Ruxue looked at her right leg.

The black stockings gleamed dimly in the candlelight.

It accentuated her already long and straight legs, making them even more perfect and giving them an even more fatal attraction.

She swallowed.

Quickly grab the other one and put it on your left leg.

Both pairs of black stockings were put on.

Qin Ruxue stood up.

Two thighs, encased in black stockings, were pressed tightly together.

A blank space, the absolute territory, is left between the hem of the skirt and the top of the stockings.

It was so white it was dazzling.

It was a deep, dark black.

Qin Ruxue picked up the last two accessories.

The black leather choker with the silver bell.

And a white maid's headband.

Click.

The collar was fastened to the slender swan neck.

The cool touch of the leather sent a shiver down her spine.

The small silver bell hangs perfectly in the center of the collarbone.

The slightest movement.

Ding-dong.

The crisp sound echoed inside the room.

Qin Ruxue put the headband on her head.

The originally neat black and red high ponytail, paired with this outfit, creates an extremely strong contrast.

Aloof, proud, shy, and obedient.

Several distinct qualities are wonderfully blended in her.

Qin Ruxue strode to the full-length bronze mirror in the corner of the room.

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

With each step she took, the bell around her neck jingled, pounding on her fragile mental defenses.

Stand in front of the mirror.

Qin Ruxue looked at herself in the mirror.

The brain shut down.

This...this is me?

The woman in the mirror.

She wore a maid's headband and a black choker around her neck.

Most of her snow-white breasts were exposed to the air.

A small white apron was tied around her slender waist.

Two long legs, tightly wrapped in black stockings, stepped onto the blue brick floor.

Where is the once imposing commander of the Northern Army?

This is clearly a canary specifically designed for people to play with!

"This is so embarrassing..."

Qin Ruxue covered her burning cheeks with both hands, not daring to look directly at herself in the mirror.

If Lin Mo saw this, his eyes would be glued to me and I wouldn't be able to get them off!

Who knows what kind of nasty tricks they'll come up with to cause trouble again...

Qin Ruxue covered her face and stood there awkwardly for a long time.

slowly.

She spread her fingers apart slightly.

Peeking at myself in the mirror through my fingers.

My gaze swept from top to bottom.

That perfect waist-to-hip ratio, those long, straight legs in black stockings.

"I have to say..."

"Wearing these clothes really... has a unique charm..."

Qin Ruxue lowered her hand.

Blushing, she tentatively twirled in front of the mirror.

Her skirt fluttered in the wind.

The black stockings and the fair skin create a tantalizing glimpse of the absolute territory between them.

She even inexplicably imitated the postures Lin Mo had taught her during the day.

Place your hands together in front of your lower abdomen and bend over slightly.

Ding-dong.

The bell rang softly.

"Master... this humble maid, Ruxue... requests to join the ranks..."

The words had barely left her mouth when Qin Ruxue herself couldn't take it anymore.

I got goosebumps all over.

"Aaaaaah! I'm going crazy! What am I doing?!"

She ruffled her hair with both hands, fled from the bronze mirror, and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Her hands were folded on her lap, her fingers nervously twisting the pitifully short hem of her skirt.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, were tightly pressed together, her toes curled up inside her embroidered shoes.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, like I was carrying a rabbit.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

The candle on the table was half burned.

The candle wax slid down the bronze stand and solidified.

Qin Ruxue remained in this upright sitting posture, feeling her legs getting a little numb.

She turned her head to look out the window.

A full moon hung high in the night sky, its cool light filtering through the window and spilling onto the blue brick floor.

The night breeze rustled through the green bamboo in the courtyard.

All sounds are silent.

What time is it?

It's past midnight!

"Where did that damn Lin Mo go?!"

Qin Ruxue muttered something under her breath, her tone carrying a resentment and grievance that she herself was unaware of.

During the day, he was the one who begged and pleaded, insisting that I dress like this and come to his room at night.

They even shamelessly said they would give it a thorough "inspection".

As a result, I ended up looking like an idiot, waiting for most of the night in this mortifying outfit.

We haven't seen a single person!

Did she go to one of the other sisters' rooms?

Qin Ruxue's mind flashed back to Liu Yiyi's alluring figure, as well as the twin sisters Xu Wenya and Ye Yunshang.

A strange pang of sadness welled up in my heart.

"You jerk, you forget your old flame as soon as you find someone new!"

Qin Ruxue stood up angrily.

Ding-dong.

The bell around her neck emitted a clear, protesting sound.

"I'm not wearing it anymore! Take it off, take it off!"

She reached out to untie the leather collar around her neck.

But the clasp was so ingeniously designed that the more anxious she became, the less she could untie it.

Qin Ruxue stood with her hands on her hips, pacing back and forth in the room.

The high heels clicked crisply on the blue bricks.

Long legs encased in black stockings shimmered alternately under the lights.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The bells on her collar jingled with each step she took.

I walked to the door.

Qin Ruxue stopped in her tracks.

Or... should we go out and look for it?

No!

She glanced down at her outfit.

If this face were to go outside and be seen by others, the scene would be unimaginable.

We can only keep waiting.

Qin Ruxue walked back to the bedside.

She sat down, puffing out her cheeks.

Arms on chest.

The two full mounds were squeezed even more exaggeratedly.

She stared intently at the door.

"Damn Lin Mo, stinking Lin Mo."

"You'd better have a legitimate reason."

"Otherwise, tonight we'll use this new sword as a sacrifice to the flag!"