"Do I look good?"
Juzi asked with a hint of uncertainty.
Juzi still wasn't fully aware of her own charm. Was this even a matter of "looking good"? This wasn't just beauty—this was enchantment, a kind of allure capable of captivating any man.
Qian Ran didn't answer verbally, but Juzi could already see the response in his eyes. Wearing vivid red, sexy little heels, her long, slender legs alternated gracefully as she walked toward him with the poise of a trained model.
"Too mesmerizing," Qian Ran muttered, swallowing hard. Juzi had truly outdone herself this time. He had never fantasized about her wearing something so provocative. He couldn't imagine Juzi, of all people, donning such a daring cosplay outfit.
Even in the past, when he and Dong'er, Zhu Lu, or Ning Tian had done some Shrek-themed roleplay, their costumes were always modest, reflecting the decency of those animes. But this? This was on an entirely different level.
If it had been Keke, he might've found it easier to believe. After all, Keke didn't have Juzi's striking figure. She could pull off something like Tohka Yatogami from Date A Live, but for roles that required a more shapely physique, Keke wouldn't quite fit the bill.
"You don't like it? Then I'll leave," Juzi said, feigning indifference, though her shy demeanor betrayed her. She wouldn't have dared wear something like this unless she was certain Qian Ran would love it.
When she went to the shop to have this outfit custom-made, the staff's knowing looks had left her utterly mortified. It was one of the most awkward moments of her life.
"Don't you dare! I love it," Qian Ran said, pulling Juzi into his arms. She wasn't wearing any pants or skirt—just a tight black bodysuit resembling a swimsuit, with a high-waisted leather crop jacket on top. Below, her outfit was completed only by thigh-high red stockings.
How could such an ensemble not be seductive?
In fact, it was even more enticing than Juzi's bare skin.
The way it teased and hinted, leaving just enough to the imagination, was intoxicating.
What astonished Qian Ran the most was the sexy, toned abdomen beneath the sheer black material. Juzi's recent training had paid off, as faint abs were now visible, adding to her allure. And then there was the curve of her hips beneath the bodysuit—absolutely stunning.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I'd never let anyone else see this," Juzi said, sticking her tongue out playfully. She didn't mind Qian Ran enjoying her beauty, but the thought of anyone else seeing her like this made her shudder.
If not for Qian Ran, she would never have worn something so bizarre.
Then again, where did Qian Ran even get these ideas? Did he have a talent for designing such outfits? As risqué as the costume was, Juzi had to admit it was surprisingly creative. The combination of mismatched elements worked in an unexpectedly seductive way.
"Don't look at me like that. This has nothing to do with me," Qian Ran said, feigning innocence as he gave her a light smack on her perky rear.
Ah, the feel of the bodysuit's material—it was leagues beyond regular stockings. The way it hugged her form… something only he could truly appreciate.
"Really? Aren't these all your ideas? Just like those images you shared with us before," Juzi asked, her eyes filled with suspicion. After all, the inspiration for her outfit had come from the soul tool knowledge Qian Ran had shared with her.
"Uh… fine, you got me," Qian Ran admitted, resigned to taking the blame. His reputation as a pervert was beyond salvaging anyway. If she misunderstood, so be it—so long as she wore it for him, he had no complaints.
Besides, how could he even explain this? These images were remnants from his past life, memories of anime and movies. To Juzi and the others, they were merely fantastical creations of Qian Ran's imagination. He had even shown them the movie Your Name, thoroughly captivating them with its beauty.
In their eyes, Qian Ran might be a lecher, but he still had a heart for pure love and gentleness.
Since he was already "stealing" ideas from his previous life, bearing some of the accompanying infamy was a fair trade.
"Hmph. You must have met a lot of girls to come up with so many weird ideas," Juzi huffed, shooting him a glare.
Qian Ran's romantic history was, indeed, extensive. Even Juzi was just one of many women in his life. Heck, even the two fearsome beasts of the Extreme North had become his lovers—what a feat.
Qian Ran had no defense against her accusation. By their logic, his creative "artistic vision" stemmed entirely from his numerous romantic encounters. Keke, Meng Hongchen, and Nana likely thought the same.
Such a sinful life!
"But no matter what, you can't forget me. If you dare, I'll bite you," Juzi said, leaving a playful bite mark on his neck.
"I won't forget you. If I ever do, you can come find me and do whatever you want," Qian Ran promised solemnly.
Hearing his words, Juzi felt reassured. Sensing the mood was getting a bit too heavy, she pushed Qian Ran away and flopped onto the sofa. Sitting with her long legs elegantly crossed, she blinked her large, expressive eyes at him.
She knew men didn't enjoy such topics. A gentle reminder now and then was enough; dwelling on it too much would only annoy Qian Ran.
Such a stunning pose—how could he not capture it?
Without hesitation, Qian Ran pulled out a soul tool camera and snapped a photo of Juzi. She and Keke were already familiar with this newfangled device and had even tried making one themselves. However, their version produced blurry images far inferior to Qian Ran's crisp, detailed photographs.
"Let me see how it turned out," Juzi said eagerly, rushing over to admire the photo. "I look so pretty!"
The picture was a bit private, but since it was taken by her lover, she didn't mind. Juzi trusted that Qian Ran, stingy as he was, wouldn't share it with anyone else.
Even in such a provocative cosplay outfit, Juzi didn't feel embarrassed.
Instead, she began moving around the room, experimenting with different poses for Qian Ran to capture. What a treat.
This made Qian Ran reflect on how unfortunate it was for women whose private photos were maliciously leaked. A girl's misfortune in finding the wrong partner could lead to such tragic consequences. Such men were despicable, creating a society where women felt the need to constantly guard themselves.
It was a shame that today, even wanting to capture youthful memories together often felt impossible.
(End of Chapter)