The yellow cheongsam perfectly outlined Ling Chuchu’s tall, well-proportioned, and curvaceous figure into an ideal S-shape. Through the slit, the plump, fair skin of her thighs peeked out, half-hidden yet immensely alluring.
Paired with her exquisite, elegant, and stunningly beautiful face, she truly looked like a celestial being descended to the mortal world.
“So beautiful!” Lin Hai couldn’t help but swallow hard.
“What do you think? Does it work?” Ling Chuchu took a couple of steps, turning to ask Lin Hai.
“Does it work? It’s more than just working—it’s perfect! It’s as if it were tailor-made just for you.” Lin Hai’s praise was genuine.
Ling Chuchu offered a faint smile but said nothing. She simply retreated into the fitting room to take off the cheongsam.
“How about I buy it for you?” Lin Hai suddenly suggested.
He didn’t have any ulterior motives. He just felt it would be a shame if Ling Chuchu didn’t wear the dress.
“No need. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll be going now.” Ling Chuchu shook her head and left.
“Thank you!” Only after she had walked quite a distance did Lin Hai call out loudly.
Ling Chuchu didn’t pause but turned back to give Lin Hai a smile.
“Miss, please wrap this up for me.”
Suddenly, Lin Hai felt that the cheongsam was the garment that best accentuated a woman’s beauty.
That girl Xian’er was also quite a beauty. Wearing this cheongsam, she wouldn’t look any less stunning than Ling Chuchu.
She would definitely love it.
Lin Hai picked up the dress and was about to leave when he stopped again.
How could he not buy such a beautiful dress for his own Xin Yue?
Didn’t Ling Chuchu say earlier that Xin Yue’s figure was almost identical to hers?
“Miss, I’ll take another one in the same size, but in green.”
For a pure and innocent girl like Liu Xinyue, green would make her look even more youthful, vibrant, and immaculate.
Damn, should he buy one for that troublemaker at home?
Lin Hai suddenly thought of Chu Lin’er.
Even though he found Chu Lin’er quite a handful, that girl was also a peerless beauty.
Most importantly, she hung around his room all day. It would be nice to have something pleasing to look at.
Might as well buy one for her too.
“Miss, wrap up that red one for me as well.”
Chu Lin’er was fiery and enchanting, so red suited her perfectly.
As Lin Hai walked back, carrying the dresses, he thought to himself: wouldn’t it be wonderful to have Liu Xinyue, Xian’er, and Chu Lin’er all wearing cheongsams, striking poses in front of him?
Lost in his pleasant daydream, Lin Hai’s face broke into a rather lecherous grin.
Huh? Wait a minute…
Liu Xinyue in green, Chu Lin’er in red, and Xian’er in yellow!
Damn it! Lin Hai’s face instantly darkened.
Red, green, and yellow—if those three really stood together, wouldn’t they look like a traffic light?
Upon returning to the villa, Lin Hai tossed the red cheongsam directly onto Chu Lin’er.
“What’s this?” Chu Lin’er asked.
“A dress for you. It’s gorgeous!”
Chu Lin’er shot Lin Hai an annoyed glare.
“How am I supposed to wear it if you just throw it at me like this?” She reached out toward the dress, but her hand passed right through it.
What the hell? What’s going on?
Lin Hai was dumbfounded.
“Why can’t you touch it?”
“We can’t touch objects from the mortal world.”
“Then how can you touch my bed? And you’re always lying on it!”
“I can’t touch it. I just use magic to levitate it.”
Damn, seriously?
“Then why can you touch me?” Lin Hai pressed.
“How should I know?” Chu Lin’er rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t you a ghost yourself?”
“Get lost. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Then how am I supposed to give it to you? Burn it for you?”
“Burn your sister! It’ll just turn to ashes if you burn it!” Chu Lin’er suddenly found Lin Hai incredibly foolish.
“Well… I’ve seen people burn things at graves. Isn’t that how it’s done?” Lin Hai asked, puzzled.
“That’s just feudal superstition! It’s something the living do to comfort themselves. You actually believe that? And you call yourself a college student?” Chu Lin’er looked at him disdainfully.
Pfft!
What kind of world is this?
To be lectured by a ghost about feudal superstition… Good heavens, what’s happened to the world?
“Then tell me, how am I supposed to give it to you?” Lin Hai snapped impatiently.
“Are you stupid? Just scan it over with WeChat! Your intelligence…” Chu Lin’er shook her head in utter contempt.
You bastard!
Lin Hai’s face turned green with anger.
How dare she look down on his intelligence? He really shouldn’t have bought this for her.
Opening the chat window with Chu Lin’er, he indeed found a “Scan” function.
Lin Hai aimed his phone at the dress and scanned it.
Ding-dong!
You have sent one cheongsam to Chu Lin’er.
The moment Chu Lin’er retrieved it, her expression changed completely.
“Oh my goodness, it’s so beautiful! I love it so much! I want to wear it, I’ll put it on right now!”
Whoosh! Chu Lin’er dashed straight into the inner room.
Lin Hai’s eyes bulged. Damn, this cheongsam really has a powerful effect on women—even a female ghost goes crazy over it!
Picking up the yellow cheongsam, Lin Hai willed himself into the Sacred Realm.
“Your humble servant welcomes the Master.” Seeing Lin Hai arrive, Xian’er hurriedly bowed.
“Haha, rise quickly, Xian’er. Look what I brought you!” Lin Hai held out the cheongsam.
“Heavens, it’s so beautiful!” Xian’er’s eyes went wide.
“Master, is… is this really for me?” Xian’er couldn’t believe it.
“Of course it’s for you. Take it.” Lin Hai extended his hand.
“Thank you for your gift, Master!” Xian’er took the cheongsam, her face filled with joy.
“Put it on and let me see,” Lin Hai said.
“Yes.” Xian’er agreed.
Then, right in front of Lin Hai, she began to undress, removing her clothes piece by piece.
Uh… Lin Hai stared, dumbstruck.
Damn, why isn’t this girl avoiding me? I’m a man, after all!
Watching Xian’er undress until she was as bare as a little lamb, Lin Hai was completely entranced.
“Master, does it look good?” Xian’er asked after putting on the dress, twirling twice in place.
“Um, Master, are you alright? Why is your face so red?” Xian’er asked, puzzled.
“Ah, it’s nothing. It’s just a bit hot.” Only when Xian’er spoke did Lin Hai snap back to reality. He swallowed hard a few more times before answering.
Lin Hai looked her over. In the cheongsam, Xian’er’s classical, elegant beauty was even more vividly displayed.
Although her style differed from Ling Chuchu’s, in terms of sheer beauty, she was certainly no less stunning.
If Xian’er were to go out into the world, she’d be school-beauty material, Lin Hai thought.
“Ahem, Xian’er, remember: you shouldn’t undress so casually in front of men, understand?” Lin Hai spoke as if instructing a little girl.
Xian’er’s face flushed.
“I… I only do that in front of you, Master.”
Uh… Alright then.
Lin Hai suddenly realized he didn’t actually mind.
Damn it, men really are all wolves at heart.
Lin Hai shook his head and sighed.
“Alright, Xian’er, you go ahead with your tasks. I’ll go see the Painting King.”
“Oh.” Hearing that Lin Hai was leaving, Xian’er’s previously cheerful mood suddenly dimmed.
“Painting King, Senior.” From a distance, Lin Hai saw the Painting King engrossed in his work.
“Oh, Master! You’re here!” The Painting King hurriedly rose to greet him.
“What are you… Pfft!” Lin Hai burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha, Senior Painting King, is that… a self-portrait?” Lin Hai pointed at the painting the Painting King was working on.
“Ah, yes, yes. Please don’t laugh, Master.” The Painting King’s old face flushed with embarrassment.
“Another day, I’ll teach you how to paint,” Lin Hai said, shaking his head.
The Painting King’s sketch of himself… damn, aside from the beard making it recognizable, everything else looked like a pile of crap!
“Really? That would be wonderful! Sketching looks simple, but trying to figure it out on my own is quite difficult. It’s been several days, and I still can’t make any sense of it.”
Lin Hai shook his head. With the Painting King’s foundational skills, it shouldn’t be impossible to grasp. The real issue was probably the tools.
Damn, trying to sketch with a brush? No wonder it looks like a ghost drew it.
“Enough small talk, Senior Painting King. I’ve come today to ask a favor.”
The Painting King’s expression turned serious.
“Master, please speak!”
