My Husband, Warm The Bed

Julie led them up the long spiral staircase, saying, "The clothes are on the second floor."

When they went upstairs, Jian Ran found that there seemed to be no one else here other than them. There were no other staff members or customers … She could not help but be puzzled. Was this really a shop?

The furnishings on the second floor were different from those on the first floor. The famous paintings and antiquities on the first floor were nowhere to be seen. There were only numerous fabrics and i

umerable clothes on this floor, like a sea of clothes.

Jian Ran looked at the pile of clothes and felt a surge of excitement in her heart.

No matter how much time has passed, no matter how much she doesn't want to remember, her love of fashion design has not yet cooled.

She thought for a long time, then picked up the brush again to design a perfect wedding dress for herself.

In the past, she had tried, but before the wedding dress could be completed, she had died in the collective betrayal of her loved ones. After that, she no longer had that thought.

Jian Ran could not help but turn to look at Qin Yue — —

Qin Yue, can I hold the brush for you again?

Qin Yue also turned his head to look at Jian Ran when he felt her gaze. He knew that she had once been a very talented clothing designer. It was because of the storm three years ago that she had given up on that dream.

Lovers, betrayals, dreams broken... How did this weak body manage to withstand such suffering all those years ago?

Qin Yue couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. He would never, ever let anyone hurt her again.

"Go try it out." Qin Yue said, "Pick the one you like."

Jian Ran nodded and walked into the sea of clothes — fish-tailed skirt, petticoat, pleated skirt … Beautiful clothes are endless, pure, seductive, sexy... There were all kinds of them. Every design amazed her, and she clapped her hands in praise.

She couldn't help searching for the logos of the clothes, trying to find out which designer had made them, but she couldn't find any signs, just like this villa.

"What? Don't you like it?" Jian Ran, who was still in a daze, suddenly had a big palm on her waist. A low and sexy caring voice entered her ears, causing her body to soften slightly.

She shook her head. "I like it. Very much."

"Then why aren't you wearing it?" Qin Yue pressed his head against the top of Jian Ran's head and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know what to choose anymore." Jian Ran rubbed Qin Yue's neck like a kitten and said like a spoiled child, "Mr. Qin, please help me choose one."

Qin Yue's soft voice sounded beside his ear. His heart suddenly felt itchy. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Jian Ran's ear. Then, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay."

With that, Qin Yue let go of Jian Ran and lifted up Jian Ran's clothes seriously.

He looked around, but there was nothing that could stop his gaze for a moment. After a while, he turned to Julie and asked, "Where's Ivan's Die Lian?"

"Ivan said he couldn't give it to you. That's for Ivan, the bride." Julie answered gruffly.

"Give it to me." Qin Yue said. Although his voice was not loud, it was not something that could be refused.

Julie puckered her mouth in grievance, but due to Qin Yue's pressure, Julie still obediently went to grab the clothes called Die Lian.

After Julie left, Jian Ran couldn't help but ask, "Ivan? Yes... The Italian designer? "

Qin Yue nodded: "It's him."

It sounded like a thunderclap in Jian Ran's mind.

If not for her father's refusal, she would have gone to Italy to become Ivan's apprentice.

And now, she actually wants to wear the clothes that Ivan designed for his wife... In the end … No, it's Qin Yue, who the heck is he? How could he be friends with Ivan?

While Jian Ran was still in shock, Julie had already taken out Die Lian.

Jian Ran was once again shocked when the clothes were unraveled in front of her.

This really was a piece of clothing, and Die Lian was perfect for it.

The dress was very long, and the hem was spread out in layers, but it didn't feel heavy at all. The pale gray tint was unique yet eye-catching, the muslin fabric was soft and comfortable, and the light and graceful texture added a dreamy beauty to the dress.

The lifelike butterflies on the hem of her skirt danced upwards, yet there were still some butterflies falling, as if they were a picture of life and death.

Butterfly after butterfly, flying up, for what?

Qin Yue looked at the dress and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he reached out his hand to rub her head: "Go and try."

Jian Ran nodded blankly and followed the reluctant Julie into the locker room.

The change of clothes went smoothly. It was as if Die Lian had made it for her. All the sizes were just right. The more, the wider, and the less, the tighter.

Even Julie, who was reluctant to leave, exclaimed in admiration after Jian Ran put on the [Die Lian]. She then pushed at Jian Ran and said, "Let Mr. Qin see!"

Jian Ran looked at herself in the mirror and nodded.

When Jian Ran walked out, Qin Yue immediately looked over.

Qin Yue's eyes narrowed under the golden frame of the mirror. It was so complicated that it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

He once asked Ivan why he called it Die Lian. Was it only because there were so many butterflies?

"Can't you see that butterflies are desperately looking for something?" he asked, as Ivan sipped his coffee and looked at him with distaste.

What was he after?

Today, Qin Yue finally had an answer.

Butterfly after butterfly, chasing after the beautiful girl, for this, did not hesitate to offer his short life.

This was Die Lian.

After being stared at by Qin Yue for a long time, Jian Ran felt a little uncomfortable. She awkwardly smiled and said, "Aren't you not good-looking?"

Qin Yue shook his head and didn't say anything. He then waved at Jian Ran.

Jian Ran slowly walked to his side. He reached out his hand and gently placed it on her shoulder. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Very beautiful."

Such a straightforward praise made Jian Ran's white face redden. Just as she was about to thank him, she heard Qin Yue say again, "I really don't want others to see you like this."

He spoke very seriously, like a child protecting his beloved treasure.

Jian Ran couldn't help but tease him, "Why don't I change it?"

"No," Qin Yue firmly refused, then turned back to Julie and said, "Tell Ivan that I'll take the dress. If he charges a fee, he will go to Special Assistant Xu. "

Jian Ran had never seen Qin Yue look so cool. She guessed that he must have been very close friends with Ivan, so she threw away that layer of cool clothing she had worn to strangers in the business world.

When they left, they didn't notice the astonished gaze that landed on Jian Ran from the rooftop.

Shock, admiration —

That person's gaze kept changing in a very short period of time, because his "Die Lian" seemed to have found its true owner.