"Brother, does my cheongsam look good today?" Qin Yanan was dressed to the nines. In a situation like this, he ought to have been unable to take his eyes off her.
Even if he was only pretending, he should at least look the part. That was basic respect for the care a woman took in thinking things over, meticulously applying her makeup, and critically examining her appearance before meeting him.
Men needed to know how to cherish this kind of treatment. After all, most women only gave it during the early stages of a relationship. Later on, they became increasingly casual, going from spending three hours getting ready to leave the house to saying, "Wait three minutes, I need to take a dump."
"It does look good, but I'm always worried about the stitching on your clothes. You're better suited to looser outfits." Liu Chang'an stated the facts and offered an objective assessment. Qin Yanan was the kind of woman who hid ten miles of spring breeze beneath her clothes.
If those clothes failed to hold, and a few wisps of that spring breeze leaked out, they could blow every peach blossom in the garden into bloom and throw hearts into disarray.
Qin Yanan was not worried. On the contrary, she felt a little smug. Men always enjoyed seeing women accidentally expose themselves. When a man began worrying about a particular woman doing so, it meant he had developed a possessive desire toward her.
She knew her figure always gave people the impression that it was ready to burst forth, so she cared greatly about the quality of her clothes as well. As long as Liu Chang'an did not deliberately provoke her into exploding with anger, the stitching would still be able to hold up.
"I'm only showing off my