As long as Yun Ming became infatuated with her body, would falling in love with her be far behind?
Leng Yulai even found herself considering whether she should just force the issue first and turn raw rice into cooked rice.
After all, the current Yun Ming was no match for her. As long as she was willing to act, wouldn't he be at her mercy?
Yun Ming was, after all, a gentleman. Even after losing his memories, he still knew to keep his distance from unfamiliar women. That alone meant developing a romantic relationship with him would take a great deal of time.
Yet time was precisely what Leng Yulai lacked most right now. After all, she was not Yun Ming's legitimate wife. Everything she had said before had merely been to fool him.
She had to make definite progress in their relationship before Yun Ming recovered his memories.
Though her thoughts raced, Leng Yulai's movements were swift. She quickly put on an extremely loose shirt and said to Yun Ming, "You can turn around now."
"Mm." Yun Ming turned around. Seeing what Leng Yulai was wearing, he looked surprised and somewhat at a loss. "Um, your clothes..."
That was because Leng Yulai was wearing nothing but a loose men's shirt. There was nothing else—no skirt, no pants, nothing of the sort.
Her two snow-white, long, slender legs were completely exposed before Yun Ming's eyes.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Leng Yulai cast Yun Ming a flirtatious glance. She had dressed this way deliberately.
After hesitating, Yun Ming still gave her a reserved reminder. "This... isn't this a little too revealing?"
"That's true." Leng Yulai nodded as though she agreed. Then she took out a brand-new pair of black stockings from her Storage Soul Tool, their thin material gleaming faintly