Lin Dong, having turned his head, once again focused his gaze on Ying Huanhuan, nodding repeatedly. Ying Huanhuan was now wearing the pink pleated dress Qing Ye had prepared for her. The dress concealed her alluring figure, making her appear even more adorable. The dress wasn't long, reaching about knee-length, and the neckline was quite high, concealing her collarbones. However, there was a considerable amount of lace around her neck, and the bright pink fabric contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, further emphasizing its whiteness. The pink of the dress ended at her shoulders. The dress begins at Ying Huanhuan's shoulders and extends down her arms with white sleeves. These sleeves are only short-sleeved and slightly sheer, making her smooth shoulders even more adorable. A pretty little white bow adorns her chest, seemingly perched on her breasts. The dress doesn't cinch at her waist, which, while slightly diminishing its slenderness, adds a light and airy feel. The lower half is a pleated skirt that falls to about her knees, concealing her fair thighs and effectively diverting attention away from them, drawing attention to her entire body.
"Now? Does it look good?" Ying Huanhuan asks Lin Dong expectantly.
"Beautiful, of course beautiful, very beautiful!" Lin Dong smiled at Ying Huanhuan's expression. She looked like a little girl craving praise, and the light, flowing dress made her even more adorable. Lin Dong smiled, reached out his right hand, and pinched her nose, teasingly saying, "Still asking these questions? It's like you don't look good in anything."
"Hmph, don't pinch my nose!" Ying Huanhuan slapped Lin Dong's hand away. Although Lin Dong's praise was cliché, Ying Huanhuan was still very happy. What could be more gratifying than praise from someone you love?
"Bang bang!"
"Huanhuan, are you done yet?" But Ying Huanhuan's happiness didn't last long before there was a knock on the bathroom door, and Qing Ye's spoilsporting voice came from outside.
Ying Huanhuan glanced sideways at the doorway, her lips slightly pouting. She was annoyed that Qing Ye had interrupted her, but she still replied, "Ready, almost done."
After responding to Qing Ye, Ying Huanhuan turned to Lin Dong and asked, "So, am I going out with Qing Ye now?"
"Hmm..." Lin Dong didn't answer immediately. Instead, he crossed his right hand in front of his chest, rested his left elbow on the back of his right hand, and scratched his chin with his left index finger and thumb, lost in thought. Then, remembering something, he said to Ying Huanhuan, "Huanhuan, I remember you have a pair of white suspender stockings, right?"
"Yes, I do. What? You want me to wear them when I go out with Qing Ye?" Ying Huanhuan glared at Lin Dong.
"Ahem, doesn't it match your outfit perfectly? They look so good together," Lin Dong said somewhat awkwardly.
"Hmph, fine, if you want me to wear it, I'll wear it. Now turn around," Ying Huanhuan said.
"Huh? Okay?" Lin Dong was a little surprised that Ying Huanhuan agreed without saying anything, and then he felt a warm feeling in his heart. He turned around again, and then he heard the sound of clothes being put on behind him. Finally, after a few 'snap snaps,' Lin Dong heard Ying Huanhuan say to him, "Alright, turn around."
Lin Dong followed her instructions and turned around. When his gaze fell on Ying Huanhuan, his eyes lit up. Her snow-white skin was now completely covered, from just above her knees to her small toes, disappearing from Lin Dong's sight. In Lin Dong's eyes, the white lace on Ying Huanhuan's stockings at her thighs echoed the white lace trim under her skirt. A white rope strap was fastened to a part of the lace on Ying Huanhuan's stockings, extending into the skirt, making one want to peek inside. It was just a pair of suspender stockings, but it made Ying Huanhuan's whole image more complete. Now Lin Dong felt that Ying Huanhuan's outfit was more perfect. After all, Ying Huanhuan's arms had some decoration, but her legs were not, which made people feel that something was missing. So Lin Dong suggested that Ying Huanhuan wear suspender stockings, and now the effect was indeed very good.
"Oh, and there's more," Ying Huanhuan said with a slight smile when she saw Lin Dong's eyes light up.
"And more?" Lin Dong didn't know what Ying Huanhuan meant by "and more," so he looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Hmm," Ying Huanhuan's face flushed slightly when Lin Dong looked at her. She leaned forward slightly, placing her hands in front of her, then grasped the hem of her skirt. Then she straightened up, bending her arms as well, finally placing her hands on her chest, pulling the hem of her skirt up to her chest.
"Wow!"
Lin Dong was slightly amazed by Ying Huanhuan's actions. The scene was indeed beautiful: a girl standing before him, blushing and shyly pulling her skirt up to her chest, allowing the man in front of her to see what was underneath.
After his initial surprise, Lin Dong didn't disappoint Ying Huanhuan, focusing his gaze on her lower body. Ying Huanhuan was no longer just wearing the underpants Qing Ye had prepared for her; around the underpants was a lace decoration hanging from just above her lower abdomen, barely covering her mons pubis, thus concealing her lower body again. White straps from her stockings were also hanging on these straps, just like the stockings, adorned with many small, openwork patterns. Through these white openwork patterns, glimpses of pink could be seen – the pink underpants Ying Huanhuan had just put on. This decoration added a touch of hazy mystery and alluring temptation to her already cute appearance, of course, this temptation could only be seen from under her skirt.
"How is it? Does it fit?" Ying Huanhuan asked, blushing.
"Hmm, I'm afraid Qing Ye won't just go out to play with you later, she'll just drag you to bed," Lin Dong teased Ying Huanhuan with a mischievous grin.
"Pervert!" Ying Huanhuan's face turned bright red after Lin Dong said that. She dropped her skirt, letting it flutter freely, and started punching Lin Dong with her small fists.
"Okay, okay, stop hitting me. If you keep hitting me, Qing Ye will get impatient," Lin Dong said, blocking Ying Huanhuan's punches.
"Hmph, I'm ignoring you. I'm going out with Qing Ye." Just as Lin Dong said, she had been in the bathroom for quite a while. Ying Huanhuan stopped hitting Lin Dong and walked past him towards the bathroom door.
"Hehe," just as Ying Huanhuan walked past Lin Dong, he turned around and lifted Ying Huanhuan's skirt from behind with his right hand.
"Ah!" Ying Huanhuan was startled by the sudden lifting of her skirt. She instinctively pulled it back up, then turned to Lin Dong, feigning anger, and said, "Lin Dong! You actually… um…"
But before she could finish, Lin Dong's body suddenly pressed down on her, and his lips captured hers.
"Take care," Lin Dong said with a smile after stopping his kiss on Ying Huanhuan. He secretly wondered if Qing Ye would be less anxious if she knew her crush was kissing another man, and instead try to sneak a peek.
"Mmm," Ying Huanhuan nodded obediently.
Although she had only been flirting with Lin Dong for a short while since entering the bathroom, Ying Huanhuan felt warm and happy inside. Now she had to go to Qing Ye's place, but also for the sake of her beloved Lin Dong. She turned around, took a few steps, and opened the bathroom door.
"Huanhuan, you're finally out! You..." Qing Ye stood up from his chair when he saw the bathroom door open, but he was slightly stunned when he saw Ying Huanhuan. It wasn't for any other reason than her current appearance. Although he had chosen the clothes, he hadn't expected her to look so much better than he imagined, especially with those beautiful legs in white stockings.
"Let's go," Ying Huanhuan said. Seeing Qing Ye's stunned expression, she knew he was satisfied with her appearance. Since it wasn't Lin Dong, that was enough. She didn't need Qing Ye to say she looked good. Although she would be happy if Qing Ye said it, that was a normal compliment, completely different from the kind of praise she felt from Lin Dong. She wasn't particularly interested in that, so she went straight to the bedroom door.
"Huh? Oh," Qing Ye snapped out of his daze after hearing Ying Huanhuan's words. Although he was puzzled as to why Ying Huanhuan wasn't following the usual script and instead just walked away, it didn't matter. He simply followed her and said, "Huanhuan, I must say, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit! Simply perfect!"
"Mm," Ying Huanhuan simply replied.
Seeing that Ying Huanhuan didn't react much, Qing Ye didn't know what to say. His gaze lingered on her, a hint of lewdness in his eyes. But when he saw a small section of her thigh between her stockings and skirt, he paused, then asked directly, "Huanhuan, are you wearing a camisole underneath?"
"Huh? What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"
Ying Huanhuan didn't say anything when Qing Ye only noticed. After all, only a small section of her thigh was visible due to the stockings and skirt, and the camisole, stockings, and skirt hem were all white. However, she was still somewhat displeased by Qing Ye's direct question.
"Uh, no," Qing Ye quickly said, noticing Ying Huanhuan's slight displeasure. He glanced at her lower body again; although it differed slightly from his plan, he believed she had dressed this way to please him. So, despite it not being exactly what he expected, he couldn't show any displeasure and spoil her feelings. He continued Ying Huanhuan's words, praising, "Beautiful, very beautiful."
"Mm," Ying Huanhuan nodded again.
"Um, well, let's go now," Qing Ye said, walking ahead of Ying Huanhuan to the door and opening it for her.
As the door closed, the room fell silent, and the two of them disappeared outside.