"What's the fuss? It's worn underneath, so no one can see it. Why are you being so bashful?" Sun Dasheng teased. "I never would have guessed you were such a traditionalist."
Seeing that she wouldn't move, he simply lifted her onto his lap and used his free hands to help her dress. Once she was ready, he placed her back on the floor and looked her up and down before smiling with satisfaction.
"See? Doesn't that look good? You're such an old fogey."
Ouyang Jiani bristled at being called an old fogey. "I think you, Master, just wanted a feast for your eyes. Don't give me that nonsense about it being so I'd look nice, hmph! I don't believe you for a second."
His true intentions exposed, Sun Dasheng gave a sly chuckle. He continued helping her, first with her coat, then with a form-fitting bodycon skirt.
Finally, there was a pair of black stockings.
At this, Ouyang Jiani had something more to say. "Why did you buy such shiny black stockings?"
