Sheng Mumu wiped the water from her face and bit her lip as she sent her reply.
"I didn't expect you to not only be handsome..."
In the bedroom just one wall over, Qi Mo was leaning against the bed holding his phone. His hair, naturally stiff, had completely dried and the previously soft, drooping locks had silently stood back up.
The delight and confusion in his eyes flashed by together.
Before he could ponder the meaning, his phone buzzed with a new message.
Sheng Mumu: "But you think too highly of yourself."
Qi Mo's eyes curled up slightly at the corners, casting a glance towards the bathroom door.
He felt like every word in her message was like a reading comprehension question.
Hard to understand.
What did it mean?
Had she agreed or not?
But this feeling of not being able to see through her while still desperately wanting to get close to her and understand her was addictive.
Just as he was about to reply, his phone lit up.
Sheng Mumu: "But, since you've been so upfront, albeit clumsy, I'll just go ahead and help you out with this favor."
Followed quickly by an explanation tinged with some pretense: "Since this young lady has good taste after all."
The darkness in the man's eyes was completely saturated with laughter as his slender, well-proportioned fingers pressed the voice message button.
Inside the bathroom.
Sheng Mumu was leaning over the edge of the bathtub.
Her fingertips dipped in the water, drawing circles on the tiles one by one.
Her hair was messily bundled into a ball, with a few strands falling loose and sticking to her petite face.
One strand was stuck to her red lips, adding a touch of allure to her already exquisite features.
She blinked her long lashes, her gaze shifting back and forth between her phone screen and her fingertips a few times.
As if waiting for his reply on the other end of the line.
Her screen buzzed with a green voice message bar.
She blinked.
It was her first time receiving a voice message from him.
What was there that he couldn't express clearly through text?
Her finger hovered over the screen and she tapped it lightly.
The man's magnetic, low voice, tinged with laughter, came through.
"Thank you, my young miss."
Her hand slipped on the edge of the bathtub and her whole body sank into the water a bit.
She nearly choked on a mouthful of water.
Sheng Mumu: "!!!"
She pursed her lips and climbed out of the huge square bathtub, leaning over the edge once more.
Her petite chin rested on the back of her hand.
Her earlobes flushed red as she opened the voice message again.
"Thank you, my young miss."
This time she was certain she hadn't misheard.
Her ears burned hot.
Qi Mo's message was clearly in response to her referring to herself as "this young lady" earlier.
That old fox.
He's so good at seizing opportunities.
She bit her lip and stared at her phone, her brows furrowed.
The screen darkened but her gaze didn't move.
She wondered silently.
Did Qi Mo really not have any relationship experience?
Why didn't she believe that!
After thinking it over, Sheng Mumu felt she couldn't keep speculating like this.
She was the one holding the initiative here, she should maintain her composure.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Sheng Mumu had regained her usual calm.
She crooked a finger at the man lounging on the bed watching her.
Her tone was decisive, like she was giving an order:
"Come here."
Qi Mo's eyes flashed, an intrigued arch appeared at his elegant brow, and his eyes held a trace of confusion.
But Sheng Mumu had already turned and headed for the walk-in closet by herself.
The intrigue in his eyes grew as he got up and followed her into the closet.
Sheng Mumu had already decided what to wear to the wedding banquet while soaking in the bath earlier.
Now she just needed to pick out clothes for Qi Mo based on the color of her own outfit.
Though it was called picking, there really wasn't much variety to choose from.
His clothes were mainly dark-colored.
Nearly half the closet was black.
All kinds of black.
Ivory black, jet black, charcoal black, carbon black, gleaming black...
The other half were also low-key colors like deep brown and navy, barely different from black.
Sheng Mumu couldn't help but complain, "I feel like you should be called Qi Mo, mo as in ink. Ink black."
The man chuckled lowly, gazing at her with a pampering look, not arguing.
Sheng Mumu flipped through the monotonous closet, then turned to look at the man beside her whose lips were quirked up at the corners.
A mischievous idea suddenly popped into her head.
She tapped her chin with one finger, frowning and murmuring:
"I feel like none of these are really suitable. People getting married should wear something more festive."
Qi Mo looked at her silently.
He had a bad feeling about this.
It suddenly reminded him of that bright red ski suit.
Soon, his premonition came true.
"Anyway, there's still a few days until the banquet." Sheng Mumu blinked innocently. "Why don't we get a custom-made suit made? I think bright yellow or smokey purple would be really unique."
Qi Mo: "......"
Sheng Mumu tilted her head to the side, smiling brightly, and pushed her luck further: "Or what do you think about fluorescent green?"
Qi Mo took a deep breath, feeling his temple throbbing.
He folded his arms across his chest and looked at her, arching a brow, speaking lowly:
"If you don't mind me standing next to you looking so garish and drawing attention, then I don't care. You wear it, I'll wear it."
Sheng Mumu: "......"
Now it was Sheng Mumu's turn to be stunned.
She couldn't even scare him with fluorescent green.
No fun.
Old men were no fun.
It was like he was certain she wouldn't dare to be so bold.
Sheng Mumu narrowed her eyes at him for three seconds, then glared at him.
Then she obediently started looking through suits and shirts again.
When she turned her head, she heard the man beside her ask, whether intentionally or unintentionally:
"Not going with fluorescent green? I think you'd look great in that color too. If you need, I can have Assistant Dong contact a designer right now."
Sheng Mumu turned back again, took a deep breath, "......Let's not disturb Assistant Dong's rest this late, let's just pick something from the closet."
Qi Mo's eyelids lowered slightly, his expression natural. "Alright, it's up to you."
In the following fifteen minutes, Sheng Mumu held up the candidate outfits in front of him.
He would very cooperatively lift his chin and stand up straight, allowing her to check the effect.
After fifteen minutes...
"Done, this is it."
Sheng Mumu held a set of low-key, exquisitely tailored charcoal gray suit, paired inside with a black dress shirt with subtle patterns.
Low-key, reserved.
Suitable for attending a wedding banquet without standing out too much.
Although...with his looks, not stealing others' thunder would be difficult.
But she could only start with the little details, toning down his innate charm a bit.
She hung his clothes on the outside hanger, next to her clothes.
There was a strip of soft lights on the closet ceiling.
Faint beams shone down from above, falling on the man and woman's two outfits.
The man's gaze slowly shifted over, a pleased arc appearing at his sharp jawline.
The tie's color matched the handbag's color.
The woman's blouse's dark accents matched the man's shirt's subtle patterns.
No matter how you looked at it, they were a pair.
