Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

Arya twirled in front of the mirror, her skirt billowing, her black-stockinged legs flashing in the candlelight.

The woman in the mirror was wearing a light blue floral dress and black stockings, her gentle demeanor tinged with something indescribable.

She looked at herself, her heart racing, her face burning hot.

Dressed like this, who wouldn't have some thoughts if they saw her out there? But she couldn't bear to take it off, at least... she wanted Lin Yu to see it before she took it off.

Arya stood in front of the mirror, her fingers gently stroking the hem of her skirt, wondering what Lin Yu's expression would be if he saw her wearing this outfit.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Arya? Are you dressed? Do you need help?"

She panicked for a moment, then quickly grabbed her coat and put it on to cover her black stockings.

I glanced in the mirror again to make sure there was nothing wrong.

"Coming, coming." She took a deep breath, pushed open the door and went out.

The door opened.

Arya came out, her hand still clutching the collar of her coat.

Lin Yu looked up.

She stood in the doorway, the light of the oil lamp shining on her from the side.

The coat covered most of her legs, but a section of her calves was visible beneath the skirt, and her black stockings shimmered faintly in the light.

"Come and take a look." Lin Yu put down his cup.

Arya hesitated for a moment, then loosened her collar, letting her coat slide off her shoulders and drape over her arm.

The light blue skirt was fully revealed.

He was still wearing those old cloth shoes, which didn't quite match his feet, but Lin Yu didn't care.

Arya didn't look at Lin Yu; her gaze was fixed on the corner of the table, her eyelashes drooping.

Lin Yu looked around but didn't speak immediately.

A few seconds later, Arya couldn't help but glance at him, then quickly looked away.

"Miss Arya, how about we go for a spin?" Lin Yu said.

Arya bit her lip and slowly turned halfway around.

Her skirt billowed up, revealing her thighs encased in black stockings in the candlelight, with the faint mark on the inside of her knees.

When she turned back, her face was flushed, and she didn't know where to put her hands. In the end, she grabbed the hem of her skirt.

"How is it?" Arya's voice was soft, with a hint of probing.

"It looks good," Lin Yu said, just two words, his tone light but sincere.

Arya's ears turned bright red, and she smiled briefly before quickly pursing her lips.

"real?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

Arya didn't reply. She looked down at the hem of her skirt, ran her fingers along the fabric a couple of times, and then tugged at the waistband of her stockings.

"These are the ones..." She paused, "...the black...don't you think it's too..."

"No, it's quite suitable." Lin Yu knew what she was going to say.

Arya's face turned even redder.

She sat down opposite Lin Yu, pulling her legs together and tucking them under the chair.

The way she sat down caused her skirt to ride up a bit. Arya placed her fingers on her knees, touched the fabric of her stockings, and then pulled them back.

"Not used to it?" Lin Yu asked.

"Yeah, I've never worn something like this before." Arya's voice was muffled. "I... never even thought about wearing this before."

"Aren't you wearing it now?"

"It was you who bought it," she muttered, her tone more like a coquettish complaint than a grumbling.

Lin Yu smiled but didn't reply.

It has a flavor that's hard to describe.

A thirty-year-old woman stood there shyly like a young wife, being stared at by a man younger than herself, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

Lin Yu's lips curled into a smile, a feeling of teasing a respectable woman that he found quite addictive.

"Can you turn it around again so I can see the back?" he said.

"Still spinning?" Arya looked up, her eyes widening slightly.

"I haven't looked at the back properly yet."

Arya bit her lip, slowly turned halfway around, and faced away from Lin Yu.

"Are you done yet?" She didn't turn around, her voice tense.

"Wait a little longer."

Arya stood there, too afraid to move, her hands hanging at her sides, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress.

The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, outlining her slender waistline before extending downwards to cover her full hips.

The dress was made of soft fabric that clung to her body, perfectly showcasing the shape of her hips.

Round and plump, like a ripe peach, it gleams with a soft luster under the light.

Arya seemed to sense Lin Yu's gaze, her body tensed slightly, and she subconsciously tried to straighten her back, but for some reason, she bent forward slightly without thinking.

This subtle movement accentuated the lines of her hips, causing the skirt to bulge slightly and create a captivating indentation at the waist-hip junction.

She quickly straightened up again, but the scenery from that moment had already been imprinted in Lin Yu's eyes.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the crackling of the burning firewood in the fireplace and the soft breathing of two people.

Arya stood with her back to Lin Yu for a few seconds. Before he could speak, she couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

Lin Yu was still looking at her, his gaze open and honest.

"Is it ready?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mmm," Lin Yu replied, "It looks great."

Arya's ears turned bright red.

She quickly turned around, twisting her hands together again, and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"Thank you..." Her voice was barely audible.

"You're welcome." Lin Yu stood up from the chair, walked to her, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Arya trembled slightly when her fingertips touched her burning earlobe, but did not pull away.

"The dress suits you very well," Lin Yu said. "Wear it more often in the future."

Arya didn't reply. She turned around and pretended to tidy up the things on the table, but her hands wandered around on the table for a long time without picking anything up.

After a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice much softer than before:

"When I go out... I won't wear this black one."

Lin Yu glanced at the black stockings on her legs: "Why?"

"You're asking a question you already know the answer to." Arya had her back to him. "This... what would it look like to wear something like this out in public?"

"And what are you wearing now?"

"There's no one else here," Arya replied casually.

A few seconds later, seemingly realizing that her statement was somewhat inappropriate, she quickly changed the subject:

"Um...were you tired from working for Miss Belle today?"

"It's alright," Lin Yu said.

"I...I'll massage your shoulders." Arya stood up and walked behind Lin Yu.

"When my parents were still alive, I often massaged them."

Before Lin Yu could answer, her hand was already on his shoulder.