The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby

It was a small black dress, mysteriously black. The whole dress was without any superfluous decoration, but the hem was embellished with tassels hanging naturally, noble and elegant, replicating a black swan.

Fang Chixia picked the dress up and stared at it quietly. She looked around and seeing that Luo Yibei has not come back yet, she took off her clothes and decided to try it on.

Who would have thought that something would go wrong while she was putting it on.

When she pulled the zipper up, her strength was a bit forceful that a small handful of hair was stuck in. She gasped in pain, “Ah ~”

Looking over to the side, she wanted to check situation, but the part that was in the center of the back, she couldn’t see at all.

Fang Chixia screwed up her eyebrows and continued to toss the zipper up.

In the corridor outside the house, Luo Yibei moved towards her side step-by-step to the door only to see the scene where she was struggling with the zipper as well as a piece of white dazzling delicate back.

Luo Yibei’s eyes bored into her silently for a moment, then he stepped over, pushed her hand away and replaced them with his.

“You are back!” Fang Chixia was startled, somewhat surprised that he came in at this time.

“En.” Luo Yibei answered softly. He focused on the zipper that fell on his hand.

Fang Chixia turned her back to let him help and no longer spoke.

Luo Yibei helped her sort out the jammed hair and twice pulled the zipper vertically to test it out. Obviously, it was already smooth, but he didn’t help her pull up the dress immediately.

“Is it okay now?” Fang Chixia didn’t exactly know the situation behind her and didn’t know whether the zipper was still stuck. From beginning to end, she obediently stood on her back to him, and didn’t turn around.

“Not yet.” Luo Yibei looked at her quietly, blinked his eyes and threw back a nonsensical reply, his eyes dimly looked at her body.

This color is very picky. Black has always been a mysterious color and if not carried well, it will make people feel depressed. But if carried well, it will amaze people more than a bit.

Fang Chixia’s skin is very white so wearing black did not hold down her luster but appeared even more silky with an indescribable sensuality.

The image of black and white intertwined gave off a particularly strong impact. This made Luo Yibei suddenly recall the picture of her last night with her long hair wrapped under her neck.

The same visual impact, the same shock, the same person’s blood boiled.

Luo Yibei’s throat suddenly dried up and his hand stayed on her back. Then, the zipper that was half drawn was suddenly pulled down.

His hands were a little cold, and when he moved, his knuckles brushed against Fang Chixia’s skin, causing her to shudder.

She looked over her shoulder just in time to see his dilated pupil burning with fire. Her heart thumped.

“Luo Yibei, don’t!” Sensitive to what he was doing, she tried to resist. Her hand just lifted but was pressed down by Luo Yibei.

“I haven’t showered yet!” Fang Chixia found an excuse for herself.

“Is that kind of thing important?” he said. He gazed down at her and the hand resting on her back slowly wandered along her smooth beautiful back.

Her skin was really fine, delicate and baby-like. Under the touch of his palms, it was beyond the beauty of Luo Yibei’s imagination.

Fang Chixia was stumped for words and for a moment, she didn’t know how to answer.

After a long silence, she squeezed a sentence out, “I want to wash first.”

She was looking for reasons to giver herself a little time to prepare. Who knew Luo Yibei would easily brush it off, “I will take you there!”