Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Li dried her hair as she walked out of the bathroom and went straight into the dressing room.

She stood in front of the dressing room mirror, wearing that light blue dress.

Shen Yan stopped what she was doing.

The skirt was prepared by him according to his measurements.

But when she actually wore it, the effect was even more stunning than the design sketches and photos.

She had fair skin, had just taken a shower, and her cheeks were still flushed; her wet hair hung down her shoulders.

Her slender waist was gently cinched by the skirt, and the hem of the skirt clung to her soft lines as she turned.

She looked at herself in the mirror and then raised her hand to adjust the shoulder strap.

As she turned around in front of the mirror, her skirt rippled like water.

She was like a butterfly that had strayed into the shimmering water.

Shen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slowly.

When he sat back on the sofa, his back was still straight, but his shoulders were taut.

His knuckles gripped the armrest a little too hard.

This feeling of being out of control is very annoying.

What's even more annoying is that she was simply wearing the dress he had prepared and standing in the room he had arranged to look in the mirror.

Shen Yan was already trying to reach out and pull the person in front of her.

I want to see her look up.

He wanted to hear her call him Mr. Shen in that timid yet obedient voice.

He closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my phone had already dialed a number.

In the walk-in closet, Jiang Li was turning around in front of the mirror.

Her phone rang, and she stopped moving when she saw the caller ID.

[Tongzi is Shen Yan.]

The black and white cat lay on the soft stool and gently patted its tail.

"Honey, he must have checked the security footage."

Jiang Li held her phone, cleared her throat, and answered the call.

"Mr. Shen?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, revealing the fatigue of a long flight and a kind of suppressed anger.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Li looked down at the dress she was wearing.

Knowing he might see it, she still

They insist on pretending to be innocent and know nothing.

"Trying on clothes."

Her tone was light and quick, with a hooky quality in the soft ending.

The other end of the phone fell silent, with only slightly rapid breathing coming through.

Jiang Li looked at herself in the mirror, her fingertips idly twirling a strand of hair.

A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she mustered her courage and asked.

"Would Mr. Shen like to see it?"

Shen Yan sat in the dim light, his dark eyes fixed on the girl pretending to be well-behaved in the picture.

His large palms tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded on sandpaper.

"Send it."

When Jiang Li heard the low, husky reply from the phone receiver, she almost couldn't keep up her act of being innocent.

"Tongzi, does he really want to see it?"

The black and white cat rolled over on the thick, soft carpet in the walk-in closet, its fluffy tail slapping the floor with obvious contentment.

[Baby, stay calm.]

You're now the most expensive butterfly in the mansion's walk-in closet; it's time to show your worth.

Jiang Li was flattered by those words and became a little arrogant.

But she still acted very obediently.

"Mr. Shen, could you help me see which one looks better?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Um."

Just that one word, spoken so softly it was as if whispered in someone's ear.

Jiang Li felt a little hot in her ears, so she quickly moved her phone further away, opened the camera, and found the right angle to shoot at the large full-length mirror.

She knew how to strike a balance, avoiding anything overly explicit or vulgar.

The camera focuses solely on the clean lines of the shoulders and neck, the fitted waist of the skirt, and the light blue hem that ripples around the feet with each movement.

Her delicate and supple body made her skin look amazing; the light from the overhead lamp highlighted its flawless radiance.

After sending the first image, she added a voice message.

"Isn't this one too bright?"

The final note was drawn out softly and lightly, carrying a sense of trust and dependence without any defenses.

Inside a top-tier suite in a European hotel thousands of kilometers away.

The lighting was turned very dim.

Shen Yan leaned back in the deep part of the single sofa.

A strong wrist rests casually on a leather armrest, with prominent veins on the back of the hand.

As I swiped my finger across the screen, several high-resolution photos came into view.

It's just a very normal long skirt.

The soft fabric clung to the girl's body, following the cinched waistline and outlining an excessively beautiful curve.

In the photo, only half of her face is visible, her skin is flushed pink from the steam in the bathroom, so clean that it makes you want to get dirty.

Shen Yan's gaze remained fixed on the screen.

The pictures I sent seemed to disappear without a trace, and I received no concrete text reply for a long time.

Only the occasional flashing "typing is happening" message at the top of the screen revealed that the person on the other end hadn't looked away.

I found it extremely fun.

The girl sat cross-legged on the thick, soft wool carpet, determined to see this luxurious fitting game through to the end.

She walked to the innermost section of the wardrobe, reached out and took out a cream-white fitted knit dress to change into.

The form-fitting material completely covered her excellent curves.

The extremely soft fabric trembled slightly with each even breath.

Turn around, take a side profile photo in front of the full-length mirror, and send it along with a sweet and gentle message.

"Isn't this one too plain?"

Next up was a dark green velvet vintage-style halter dress.

A large area of ​​smooth back was exposed to the cool glow of the dressing room.

The shape of the scapula resembles two folded butterfly wings.

The thin shoulder straps draped precariously over her rounded shoulders.

"Is this dress suitable for tomorrow?"

Shen Yan's Adam's apple bobbed.

He wanted her to put on her coat, but he also wanted her not to.

This idea is utterly absurd.

Shen Yan lowered his eyes and typed.

Don't wear this tomorrow.

Jiang Li blinked as she looked at the line of text.

Why?

Before the call was even over, the man's breath came through the static.

"cold."

The reason was so serious that Jiang Li almost burst out laughing.

[Baby, he's very polite even when he's jealous.]

Stop talking, I'm afraid I'll burst out laughing.

She cleared her throat and continued to feign innocence.

"Does Mr. Shen prefer blue or white?"

The atmosphere in the top-tier suite located in the heart of Europe seemed to freeze.

Each photo is like dancing precisely on the edge of a cliff, yet there are no obvious flaws that suggest deliberate showing off.

You can feel that innocent and charming naivety even through the screen.

The bobbing Adam's apple betrayed the unease of the person holding the phone.

The heavy breathing sounds were particularly clear in the spacious room.

Three regular knocks came from outside the door.

Holding several urgent documents that needed to be signed, the assistant pushed open the door and walked in.

"Mr. Shen, about tomorrow's cross-border acquisition..."

The second half of the sentence got stuck in my throat.

The man sitting in the shadows looked up.

Those eyes, which were usually calm and composed, now surged with an extremely strong possessiveness and a deep coldness.

Like a ferocious beast whose meal has been disturbed, his extremely aggressive gaze sends chills down your spine.

"go out."

The two words were incredibly imposing, spoken in a voice so hoarse it was chilling.

They wisely took a big step back.

The assistant didn't dare ask any more questions.

The heavy wooden door closed again.

Standing on the expensive carpet in the corridor, the assistant let out a long sigh of relief, already having a plan in mind.

It's no surprise that the person who could elicit such a reaction from this decisive and ruthless master during working hours was Miss Jiang, who lived far away in City A.