It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

"S...Sophia."

After her initial surprise, Sofia gradually recovered from her shock: "My name is Sofia Scott."

“Sophia Scott... I’ll remember that.”

Phillips repeated it in a low voice a few times, then looked into Sophia's eyes with clear, transparent pupils, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and blinked as he asked, "Sophia, can we go over there and talk? Just the two of us."

“I’d love to.”

The two "girls" intertwined their slender fingers and headed toward the corner of the living room, as if they were the closest of sisters. No one had noticed before, but now that the two were standing together, Sophia and Phillips looked somewhat alike, which was quite an unexpected coincidence.

Putting this unexpected incident aside, the salon officially commenced.

Political topics are inevitable in casual conversations. A group of men and women, some profound and some shallow, proudly express their views on the political situation, current events, and policies, as if they are giving orders and pontificating.

Phillips showed no interest in their conversation; her attention was entirely focused on Sophia, her gaze constantly drawn to the woman's pale pink dress. Meanwhile, she engaged in small talk to build rapport, discussing the weather, favorite works, and recent gossip... Eventually, the conversation turned to the reason why Sophia had become so embarrassed.

"My father wanted to take advantage of the war to make a fortune, so he stockpiled a large number of cheap wool sweaters from England."

Sofia spoke bitterly about the reason for her family's financial difficulties: "As a result, His Majesty the King suddenly issued an order banning the private import of wool products from abroad unless a large sum of tax was paid to make it legal."

“My father stockpiled the sweaters before the ban was issued, but they were still treated as new sweaters imported after the ban was issued and were required to pay taxes. However, the tax was too high, far too high to cover the cost. My father refused to pay, and the sweaters were temporarily seized on the grounds of smuggling.”

As Sofia spoke, her expression gradually turned furious: "Those damned bloodsucking insects! They should all be sent to the gallows!"

"Cough cough."

Phillips' forehead twitched involuntarily, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "...I think there might be some misunderstanding in the middle, and they didn't do it on purpose—how about this, I'll go back and help coordinate and communicate, maybe we can clear up the misunderstanding."

"what?"

Although none of the guests at the salon knew Phillips' true abilities, her mystique was already etched in Sofia's mind. Therefore, her first reaction upon hearing this was not to doubt that the other party was exaggerating, but to ask in surprise, "Would Miss Phillips be willing to help?"

"You can give it a try."

Phillips didn't make any definitive statements.

"That's enough, thank you, Miss Phillips."

Sofia's surprise was palpable. She excitedly grabbed Phillips' hands and squeezed them tightly: "Thank you, thank you so much. I don't know how to thank you enough."

Her excited eyes and parted lips, paired with her light pink dress, accentuated her youthful charm, making Phillips even more enamored.

want to.

want to.

Phillips finally found an opportunity to ask the question he had been going around in circles about: "Let's not talk about that anymore—by the way, that long dress you're wearing today really suits you, but I don't think I've ever seen it anywhere else. Did you design it yourself?"

It seemed like she was just asking casually to change the subject, but that was her real purpose.

In fact, Phillips didn't need to make it so complicated, but she subconsciously used this so-called aristocratic social style—that is, going through an extremely tedious and troublesome process, through extremely long polite greetings and endless rambling, and finally 'inadvertently' asking the question she really wanted to ask.

"Yes."

Sofia, completely unguarded, told the whole story about this trivial matter: "I commissioned a fashion designer I found in a newspaper. His name is Orenki, and he's a very interesting person."

“At first, I just went to see him with a try-it-out mentality because he lived nearby. But Mr. Orenki not only received me politely and patiently responded to my clothing requests, but he also actually painted a portrait of me.”

Orenki...

Sofia silently memorized the key name, then continued, "So he really is an excellent designer—by the way, do you remember which edition of the newspaper it was?"

“I can’t quite remember which edition of the newspaper it was,” Sofia said, pinching her smooth chin as she tried to recall. “But I do remember the address; he lived very close to here.”

"Where?" Phillips' pupils contracted slightly.

No. 14 Tulip Street.

Sofia quickly recited the street name.

Chapter 264 The Legs Are the Key!

No. 14 Tulip Street.

Li Cheng was painting seriously, but it wasn't anything too serious.

On the canvas, there is a girl with long golden hair and bright blue eyes. She is wearing a simple white shirt on her upper body and a blue skirt that just reveals her knees on her lower body. She is lying lazily on the bed with her legs comfortably bent at a 45-degree angle and naturally slightly apart.

Most importantly, the girl seemed to have noticed the artist's perspective. She frowned in displeasure and stretched out her two small hands, overlapping them on the bed sheet between her legs, to protect the spring scenery that might be glimpsed.

Unfortunately, she didn't realize that this only added to the temptation, making it easier to arouse the artist's wild side, leading to [beep] her being [censored].

"Perfect."

Li Cheng put down his paintbrush with satisfaction.

Although drawing erotic pictures is a man's instinct, this time it was mainly because he was a little tired of long skirts.

What's the point of clothes that wrap people up completely in large clumps of thick fabric, making everyone look the same?

Imagine if a young girl's beautiful natural thighs, whether full, slender, long, or athletic, were all covered up by thick artificial fabric, how could they possibly showcase their individuality and beauty?

Long skirts stifle individuality!

In contrast, a short skirt that just reveals the knee is ideal. It conceals without completely hiding, showcasing the beauty of rounded knees and the elastic, semi-circular shape of the calves while covering the most crucial and delicate part of the thighs, leaving people with endless imagination and desire.

Unfortunately, the eras were different.

Just like early bodybuilders who neglected lower body training, thinking that since they couldn't see it normally, it was pointless to train them.

People in the 17th century also neglected to appreciate women's legs, unaware that the muscles in the lower limbs, which make up 76% of the human body, are important from both an aesthetic and practical perspective... Stop, stop right there!

"Cough, cough, cough."

Li Cheng forcibly suppressed the surging power of LSP within him, preventing the 404 error from occurring.

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Knock knock knock—

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. The unpleasant memories of the past made Li Cheng's muscles tense up instinctively. He frantically shoved the completed erotic illustration face down under several books, then let out a long sigh and got up to open the door.

The person knocking on the door was Phillips, who had inquired about the location of 14 Tulip Street from Sophia through various indirect means and couldn't wait to come as soon as the salon ended.

She didn't bring many people with her, but only a serious old butler. She took a four-wheeled carriage to Tulip Street, which was just one street away, found this rather quiet and secluded little courtyard, and knocked on the door.

Having done all this, Phillips maintained a polite smile, his hands clasped in front of him as he waited.

This was the first time she had ever appeared in public outside her private villa dressed as a woman. If it weren't for her mastery of voice imitation, which prevented her from giving herself away at the salon last time, Phillips wouldn't have dared to go out.

After a short wait, a young man with red hair and black eyes opened the wooden door. He looked to be in his early twenties, with a tall and straight figure and features that combined the sharp features of Europeans with the soft features of Asians.

It looks just as good as that one called Sofiati, so I'd give it an 8 out of 10.

Phillips internally assessed the situation before speaking, "Hello, are you Mr. Orenki?"

While Phillips was sizing up Li Cheng, Li Cheng was also sizing up the other man.

She appears to be a young woman in her early twenties, with delicate but pretty features, long, flowing golden hair draped over her shoulders, and large, bright, azure eyes. She is truly very charming and lovely.

However, perhaps because she rarely interacts with people, her tone of voice seemed slightly tense.

"May I ask who you are?"

"I can't find anyone similar in my memory," Li Cheng asked, puzzled.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Phillips, and I am a lover of beautiful clothes."

Phillips winked mischievously as he spoke, "As for the reason for my visit... it's because I heard there's a master fashion designer here!"

? !

Li Cheng was startled... This girl is actually quite good at talking!

Li Cheng had encountered girls who didn't like to speak like normal people, who spoke without thinking, who liked to say the opposite of what they meant, and who only said half of what they meant. But this was the first time he had ever seen a girl who could speak so eloquently. It was truly a tragedy.

Li Cheng's opinion of Miss Phillips immediately improved, and he humbly said, "Haha, she's not that good, I wouldn't call her a master."

Phillips persisted, "But the dress you designed for Sophia is truly unique, completely different from any design I've ever seen before. You truly deserve to be called a master."

"Oh, you like this kind?"

Li Cheng wasn't surprised, since his designs were all based on styles that had been popular in history, so they had to be aesthetically pleasing.

"Yes, I really love your design!"

Phillips clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture, "Master, could you design one for me too? I like that kind of design, and I can pay you a very high fee."

It was actually introduced by an acquaintance?

Li Cheng had originally not planned to continue taking orders, but he was in a good mood because of the praise, so he gave up his position: "Of course, no problem, Miss Phillips - come, let's go inside and talk."

"Yes, Master, thank you!"

Phillips readily agreed, then turned to the butler who had been standing to the side and instructed him, "West, wait at the door."

The old butler glanced hesitantly into the room and gently reminded her, "Miss S, are you alright on your own?"

"Yes, I can manage on my own."

Phillips’ tone was confident.

"It's just discussing the design of clothes, there's no need to be so cautious, I'm not going to eat anyone..." Li Cheng glanced at the master and servant pair, somewhat puzzled.

After instructing the butler to stay put, Phillips followed Li Cheng into the house, looking around with curiosity and interest, freely examining the house where Li Cheng was staying.

"Master, your room is very clean."

Phillips exclaimed in amazement.

"It's all thanks to Mrs. Hudson, the landlady."

Li Cheng replied.

Phillips countered, "Is it because Mrs. Hudson takes care of your room every day?"

"No, it's that if I don't tidy up the room, Mrs. Hudson will kick me out."

As Li Cheng spoke, he found a bench for Phillips to sit down and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Phillips choked on his answer, coughed for a moment, and then replied, "...water will do, thank you."

"OK, wait."

A moment later, Phillips took the glass of water that Li Cheng handed him, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Then he let out a soft breath and muttered to himself in an almost inaudible voice, "Phew, that feels much better. It's quite tiring to keep making noise like this."

"Huh? What did you just say?"