After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

The earth-shattering "zipper debut" at the entrance of "Jinxiufang" was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, the ripples of which swept across the entire South Town overnight.

With a "sizzle" sound.

This sound seems to have become the most fashionable note right now.

In the past, when those noblewomen got together, they would compare whose clothes had more elaborate buttons and whose silk thread was more precious.

But now, if someone's clothes don't have this "metal keel" that can open and close instantly, they'd be embarrassed to go out in public.

Orders poured in for the Qin family like snowflakes, and the stamping machines in the workshop roared day and night.

However, as the instigator of all this, Su Wan is now caught in a different kind of sweet yet dangerous "dilemma".

……

In the backyard of the Qin family, in the private fitting room of the haute couture studio.

This was originally where Su Wan tried on the new sample garments. The four walls were inlaid with huge floor mirrors, not only to observe the shape of the clothes from all angles, but also to create a sense of privacy that made people blush.

"Well……"

Su Wan reached behind her back with her hand, her brows furrowed slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

This new design is a backless fishtail dress specifically designed for evening events.

In pursuit of the ultimate fit and the integrity of the back line, Qin Mo specially designed the zipper to be located at the very back, and it is a long, invisible zipper that extends from the cervical spine all the way to the coccyx.

The design is perfect.

But putting them on... is just too much trouble.

The zipper pull was stuck in an awkward position below the shoulder blade, neither high nor low.

Su Wan twisted her arms backward, trembling with soreness, but she couldn't muster the strength to pull the remaining half up.

"Damn it...who designed this inhumane structure...?"

Su Wan muttered softly, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as she exerted herself. The dress, which wasn't fully closed, hung loosely on her body, revealing large expanses of her smooth, white back skin and the deep groove between her spine.

Just then.

"Click".

A very faint yet very clear click of the lock clicking shut echoed in the quiet fitting room.

Su Wan froze, then abruptly looked up at the mirror in front of her.

A tall, imposing figure appeared in the mirror, seemingly out of nowhere.

It's Qin Lie.

He had just returned from the open-pit coal mine behind the mine, still carrying a chilly wind and the lingering smell of gunpowder.

The sleeves of the black outfit were rolled up, revealing bronze-colored forearms with muscles that coiled like dragons, exuding a breathtaking explosive power.

He didn't speak.

He stood quietly at the doorway, like a lion surveying its territory, his deep, dark tiger eyes fixed on Su Wan's bare back through the reflection in the mirror.

His gaze was burning hot, as if it were tangible.

Starting from the back of her slender, delicate neck, the zipper slid down her sensual spinal groove, finally stopping at the spot where the zipper was caught—the deepest and most sensitive part of her lower back.

"Big...Big Brother?"

Su Wan felt a chill run down her spine under his intensely aggressive gaze, and instinctively reached for her shawl to cover herself.

"You...how did you get in? I was trying on clothes..."

"I know."

Qin Lie strode forward, his military boots making a dull, rhythmic sound as they stomped on the wooden floor.

One step, two steps.

Every step felt like stepping on Su Wan's heart.

"Jiaojiao's arms are too short."

He walked behind her, but instead of making a move, he spread his arms and placed them on the mirror beside Su Wan, completely enveloping her between his broad chest and the cold mirror.

This is an attitude of absolute control.

There is a mirror in front and a wall of flesh behind.

It's impossible to escape once you have wings.

"Can't reach it?"

Qin Lie lowered his head, his chin almost resting on the top of Su Wan's head, his hot breath spraying onto her scalp, causing a tingling sensation.

"Hmm...it's a little stuck."

Su Wan's voice was barely audible, and the heat source behind her was so intense that she could hardly stand.

"Big brother will help you."

Qin Lie stretched out his large, calloused hand, which he had used to hold a knife for many years.

But he didn't immediately zip up the zipper.

Instead, he first extended his rough fingertips and slowly traced them along the unclosed zipper opening, across the exposed skin of his back in a "V" shape.

The rough calluses scraped against the delicate skin.

The tactile sensation is so vivid.

It's like sandpaper polishing a beautiful jade, causing a slight stinging sensation, yet also raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

"Jiaojiao".

Qin Lie's fingers stopped at the back of her waist, and his fingertips gently pressed the soft flesh there:

"This zipper... is a good thing."

"The fourth brother only saw the money."

"The second son only saw the structure."

"But what my elder brother saw..."

His fingers finally gripped the small, cold metal zipper pull.

But it didn't pull upwards.

Instead, it did the opposite and pulled down sharply.

"Sizzle—"

A sharp, rapid metallic scraping sound rang out.

The skirt, which had been pulled up halfway, instantly slipped down to her hips.

"what!"

Su Wan gasped in surprise, frantically covering her chest with both hands to prevent her skirt from falling down completely.

"Big brother! What are you doing? That's pulling down!"

"I know."

Qin Lie looked at his beautiful back, which was now completely exposed in the mirror, and his eyes darkened instantly, like an impending storm.

A cruel yet excited smile curved his lips, like a hunter admiring the prey in his trap:

"Jiaojiao, listen to this sound."

He pulled it up a little more, then pulled it down hard again.

"Sizzle—"

"Sizzle—"

The sound of metal teeth snapping and separating quickly echoed in the enclosed fitting room.

"Does it look like...?"

Qin Lie leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse and deep, carrying a ruthless edge that made one's legs go weak:

"The sound of skin being torn from prey?"

"When we used to hunt in the mountains, my older brother loved to hear this kind of sound."

"To slice open the throat of a wild beast, or..."

"Tear that skin off with bare hands..."

His large hand was pressed tightly against her smooth back, the temperature of his palm was frighteningly hot, as if he really wanted to brand her skin through.

"Big brother...don't say anymore...I'm scared..."

Su Wan looked at the man with a fanatical gaze in the mirror, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

This doesn't look like trying on clothes.

This is clearly... "skinning".

"What are you afraid of?"

Qin Lie chuckled softly, then used his other hand to grip her chin, forcing her to look at the image in the mirror:

"Jiaojiao, look."

"With just a gentle pinch and pull from these two fingers, Big Brother..."

"No matter how many layers you wear, no matter how tightly you're wrapped up..."

"Sizzle."

"You're all naked now."

"This feeling..."

Qin Lie took a deep breath, buried his nose in the crook of her neck, and greedily inhaled the fresh scent of her body after her bath:

"That's fucking awesome."

"It's faster and more satisfying than cutting with a knife."

"Big brother...please...pull him up..."

Su Wan was about to cry. The shame of having her back wide open and being stripped naked at any moment made her legs go weak, and she almost knelt on the ground.

"Okay, big brother will pull it for you."

Although Qin Lie verbally agreed, his actions were incredibly slow.

He pinched the zipper pull and pushed it up inch by inch.

With each inch he pushed, his fingers would heavily stroke the surrounding skin, as if confirming ownership of the territory.

"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..."

That slow, metallic clanging sound was like a form of torture.

"here……"

When the zipper reached his shoulder blades, Qin Lie suddenly stopped.

His fingers pressed between the two pieces of fabric that were about to close, the skin beneath his fingertips flushed pink with tension.

"We need to leave a mark here."

"Wh...what?"

Before Su Wan could react, Qin Lie suddenly leaned down.

He didn't use his hands.

Instead, he opened his mouth, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

Through the gap of the zipper that was about to close, he bit down on the most sensitive soft flesh on the back of her neck.

"Ugh—!"

Su Wan suddenly tilted her head back, her swan-like neck forming a graceful arc, her toes curling up inside her shoes.

This bite was just the right amount of pressure.

It carries punishment, and even more so, it carries a mark.

The tips of teeth ground against the skin, and the tip of the tongue licked the teeth marks.

That sensation of damp heat, stinging, and tingling ran up my spine and straight to the top of my head.

"This belongs to the eldest brother."

Qin Lie opened his mouth, looked at the neat ring of teeth marks left on the snow-white skin, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Then, he pressed on with his momentum.

"Sizzle—"

The zipper was pulled up to the top in an instant.

Perfectly fitted.

The spring light on her back, along with that ambiguous tooth mark, were all sealed under that layer of high-class gauze.

"alright."

Qin Lie's large hand naturally wrapped around her waist, turning her over to face him.

"You're dressed."

"Now……"

"It's time to get down to business."

Su Wan's face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, her eyes filled with tears, and she was struggling to breathe as he squeezed her neck.

"Wha...what important matter? Didn't we already try on the clothes?"

"I've tried on all the clothes."

Qin Lie picked her up and made her sit on the cold marble dressing table, then forcefully squeezed himself between her legs.

His hands braced on either side of her, trapping her in this cramped corner.

His gaze was intensely fixed on her collar, which was slightly disheveled from her earlier struggle.

"Big brother listened to the noise for quite a while."

"The fire in my heart..."

"I was drawn in by that sound."

He grabbed Su Wan's hand and pressed it against his hard, iron-like chest, where his heart beat most violently and where a certain desire surged most intensely.

"Jiaojiao".

Listen.

"It's calling out."

It said…

"It wants to try it..."

"The feeling of being 'torn apart' by Jiao Jiao herself."

Qin Lie pointed to the zipper on his black outfit.

Those were added to him by the twins; the rough, brass teeth gleamed with a cold, sharp light.

"Come."

"Let's do it."

"Just like what your older brother did to you just now."

"Take off this skin of yours, brother..."

"Skin it."

Su Wan's fingers trembled as she touched the cold zipper pull.

Under Qin Lie's intensely oppressive yet alluring gaze.

She gently pulled it down.

"Sizzle—"

His black coat was open.

It revealed his powerful, bronze-colored pectoral muscles, each one seemingly brimming with explosive energy.

And there are those dense beads of sweat on top.

"continue."

Qin Lie's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a wicked urge to encourage his prey to walk right into his trap.

"Open it all the way up."

"Then……"

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers, but didn't kiss her; instead, he lingered on them in an ambiguous way.

"Pay back what you owed your older brother..."

"Including principal and interest..."

"Use this..."

He pressed his thumb against her red lips:

"Give it back."

……

After half an hour.

The fitting room door finally opened.

Su Wan, wrapped in a long trench coat, ran out hurriedly with her head down, her exposed earlobes as red as if they were about to bleed.

Qin Lie, on the other hand, walked out slowly.

The zipper of his black outfit was open, revealing his chest, where several fresh, slightly vengeful teeth marks were faintly visible.

He leaned against the doorframe, took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

He simply licked his lips as if savoring the memory.

"Sizzle..."

He chuckled softly and reached up to zip up his own jacket.

This thing.

It's definitely a good product.

In the future, this kind of "skinning each other" game will continue...

We need to play more.

……

Meanwhile, in the backyard of Nanzhen Danran Workshop.

"Splash—"

Madam Song swept the entire tea set off the table to the ground, sending shards flying everywhere.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

She looked at the dress in her hand, a replica she had just made, which had been returned by the buyer because it had too many frog buttons, and trembled with anger.

"Zipper... zipper..."

"Where did that little vixen from the Qin family get her hands on this weird thing?!"

"Shopkeeper..."

A young maidservant walked in timidly, holding a crumpled piece of scrap paper in her hands:

"This...this is something I bought at a high price from the old woman who empties the chamber pots at the Qin family's house..."

"They say it's a drawing that Madam Qin ruined."

Madam Song suddenly snatched the paper away.

Let's take a look.

Although it was just a fragmented sketch, it contained some strange lines and structures.

But there were several words clearly written on it—

[Third-generation cloud gauze skirt improvement solution: seamless splicing technology].

Song Niangzi's pupils contracted sharply.

Her hand gripped the paper tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Fine... fine, you Qin family..."

"Since you've gone to such extremes..."

"Then don't blame me..."

"I'll steal everything from you!"

She raised her head, and a sinister glint flashed in her wrinkled eyes:

"go."

"That distant nephew of ours who was placed in the Qin family as a gatekeeper..."

"Wake me up."

"Tell him..."

"If only we could steal what's on these blueprints..."

"I'll give him five hundred taels of gold!"