Who would have thought that while the husband didn’t notice, it was the wild man outside who discovered it? He boldly took out the clothing and asked him, “Hmm?”
Tang Zhen had yet to put down the garment in his hands, staring at the small piece of fabric as if he had never seen anything like it before, seemingly intending to delve deeply into a discussion with Yan Chuan.
The thin, light fabric was held with a delicate grip. The fine straps hung down, and the exquisite, soft white lace trim was as delicate as it was stunning.
It was a piece of lingerie.
“Is this also your clothing?” Tang Zhen asked, casting a slightly probing gaze towards Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan was in a difficult position, so he could only force himself to nod.
Another person in the room spoke up.
“It’s so small…” Shan Qi observed the “clothing” in Tang Zhen’s hands with an exceptionally serious expression. “Can you even wear this? Wouldn’t it feel tight?”
With such a daring style, it was made from a single thin layer of gauze, surely fitting snugly and transparently, revealing everything beneath.
He clicked his tongue, thinking that this was Yan Chuan and his “husband’s” bedroom, and asked, “Is this something you wear for your husband?”
Moreover, there was not just this one tiny piece of clothing in the wardrobe.
Shan Qi didn’t finish his sentence, but he had already stepped past Tang Zhen and reached into Yan Chuan’s wardrobe, pulling out whatever little clothes had been stuffed deep inside.
“Since you have this one,” he said seriously, “there must be more inside; let’s see them too.”
“No…” Before the denial could fully escape Yan Chuan’s lips, Shan Qi efficiently pulled out an array of strangely styled sheer garments, stacking them on his slightly darker-skinned hands, as the exquisite lace edges seemed at risk of being damaged by his calloused palms.
Such light and delicate clothing could only appear on white, soft skin.
Though these clothes were of different styles, they all had one common feature: the fabric was sheer and thin. Where there should have been linings, only two slender lace ribbons were crossed and stacked, while the slits were even more oddly fashioned.
If worn, they would probably fail to conceal even the slender waistline, leaving it exposed to the cool air.
[Ah, I’m so envious!]
[This outfit would suit Yan Bao, such a beautiful and stunning woman, best worn every day. If you agree, breathe!]
[Just imagine, coming home from work to find your wife wearing this, eagerly standing on her toes to kiss you, saying she missed you all day… I’d die! Why are these wild men so lucky?]
[I’m laughing so hard; compare this to what I used to take pictures of my wife wearing, this is a world apart! How could those wild men not measure up?]
[If I had a wife like this, I wouldn’t mind wearing countless green hats!]
Yan Chuan looked at the clothing clutched in Shan Qi’s and Tang Zhen’s hands.
Standing one on each side, the two men fixated their burning gazes on him as if they were observing whether he was wearing such attire under his ordinary white dress.
No one spoke, waiting for his response on whether he would wear these clothes in front of his “husband.”
Of course not!
How could he wear something so strange?
Yan Chuan pursed his lips, his expression bordering on shame and anger, a rosy hue spreading across his pale cheeks.
Feeling embarrassed, his dark, lustrous eyes misted over, the long, fluttery lashes trembling with anxiety and helplessness.
His slender shoulders shrank as he was cornered by the much taller men, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
It seemed that if Shan Qi and Tang Zhen asked one more question, he would be on the verge of tears.
“How could I possibly wear this,” Yan Chuan paused for a long time, finally speaking with impatience and anger, “You two put that back; it was already here.”
He emphasized, “I have never worn it.”
“And,” he looked at Shan Qi and Tang Zhen with a skeptical expression, “aren’t you here to search for suspicious items? What’s suspicious about this?”
Could he possibly attack other contestants while wearing such clothing?
What did they take him for?
Yan Chuan found his reasoning and expressed doubt about Shan Qi and Tang Zhen’s intentions for questioning him. Seeing that neither of them moved, with their hands still gripping the shameful clothing, he extended his hand: “Give it to me.”
His fair, soft palm pressed against one of the slightly darker hands, applying slight pressure.
Between them lay the thin, sheer lace garment, cut in a peculiar and provocative style.
The beautiful wife frowned, displeased with the two impolite wild men, expressing her dissatisfaction, “Put it back. Don’t look at it; what’s so interesting about such things?”
Of course, there was.
Shan Qi and Tang Zhen thought in unison.
Such clothing was very picky, showcasing the allure of the wearer to the fullest extent. When worn by Yan Chuan, not only would it outline his delicate, tempting curves, but it would also reveal the incredibly fair, smooth skin beneath.
With a pure and beautiful appearance, the exquisite features bore a hint of melancholy, as if separated from the world around them. Even when emotionless, it could attract numerous admirers.
Once such clothing was worn…
It was likely that his delicate ankles would be held in a man’s hands, lovingly played with, each inch of his fair skin would be savored, leaving behind traces of red marks.
Lost in thought, Shan Qi and Tang Zhen quickly realized again.
These “clothes” were undoubtedly meant to be worn for a beautiful wife by her legitimate husband.
They were merely voyeurs, clandestine lovers who could not be seen in the light, unexpectedly discovering such explosive items in the little wife’s wardrobe.
Even looking was only allowed for a glance, just to satisfy their curiosity, the effect of wearing it entirely unseen.
This considerable disparity was undeniable.
The reason behind all this was that the beautiful wife’s husband was still around, and they, with no right to claim, could only hide in the shadows and watch the person they admired being embraced by another man.
The legitimate husband, although unaware, could openly indulge in intimacy with him.