Chapter 359
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'That is a thing of the past. Later, I'm here. You must wear it. Your figure is beautiful, so you look beautiful in anything you wear."
She took the sweater and placed it around his waist. 'This is the first time I buy clothes for a man, do you dare not try them on?"
Although her face was smiling, the second half of her sentence was gritting her teeth, it contained a threat.
Shane sighed, he immediately took the shirt, quickly took off his vest and shirt, and put on the sweater.
Bertha then gave him a dark gray wool coat.
He didn't dare to refuse, so he obediently wore it.
Bertha then personally helped him wrap the scarf around his neck.
Shane took off his suit, lost a bit of his cold and arrogant taste, became intelligent, looked more approachable, and also had a bit of the air of an artistic young man.
It's just this face, his eyebrows and eyes are delicate, and he's so handsome that he doesn't look like an ordinary young man.
Bertha was so pleased, she fondly pinched his handsome face.
"It's beautiful. Shane, from now on you keep dressing like this, you always wear a suit and tie. I looked and felt bored."
Shane lowered his head and looked at his outfit from top to bottom. Suddenly he remembered something, and he felt a little scared.
'Bertha, could it be that you... also bought me a fuzzy coat?"
Having said that, he saw Bertha opening other shopping bags.
From inside, she took out two long black fur coats, but of different designs.
Bertha said. 'Shane, you understand me very well, not only the fur coat, but I also bought some warm clothes and socks. There are also two black fox fur coats, this one is very warm, suitable for wearing on the coldest snowy days..."
Her small mouth kept talking, but Shane seemed to have been struck by lightning, his face was gradually turning white.
Warm shirt, warm pants, socks... this is a nightmare for him.
He won't wear it.
Not.
However, he underestimated the limits of his psychology's acceptance.
Because Bertha said. 'Shane, I bought all my clothes in order. Tonight you wear them all for me to see. I wanted to take a photo as a souvenir."
Shane's insides suffered another lightning strike.
Not only did he wear it, but she also took pictures of it.
This is more annoying than killing him.
His chest was stuffy, he glared at the grocery bag fiercely, and he gritted his teeth. 'You want to throw my limit to the ground and trample it, right?"
Bertha lifted her legs to sit on the sofa, her arms folded, her slender legs gently crossed.
She looks a bit rude, but her whole body is still elegant and haughty.
Her slender fingers tapped her arm, she raised her eyebrows and stared at him. 'Yes. I'm trampling your limits, so do you wear it or don't you wear it?"
Shane's eyeballs looked at her coldly.
After a minute he stood there frozen.
Shane was defeated.
'I will wear it. In front of you, I have no limits."
He pursed his thin lips, his eyes curled up, he smiled slightly, and spoke softly and gently. 'Anyway, Bertha personally bought it, it's my honor."
Bertha smiled, she stood up and kissed him, then she pulled his hand, and took the newly bought winter clothes back to the bedroom.
Bertha turned on the heater in the bedroom.
She held the camera and sat by the bed, quietly admiring Shane's fashion show, and then she took a photo of his cold and bitter expression.
This process for Shane is called torment.
But for Bertha, it was a joy.
She admired his handsome face and perfect physique, occasionally gently pinching his abs.
Tormenting for half an hour, Shane finally changed into the clothes that Bertha had bought.
Bertha leisurely sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, opened the camera, and admired the private photos she had just taken, her expression extremely focused, her eyes filled with joy.
Shane hugged her waist from behind, his face looking tired.
'Bertha, I'm already wearing a fur coat and thick pants. I worked so hard, can you reward me a little tonight?"
His voice was so weak and soft that anyone who saw it was heartbroken.
Bertha put down the camera, she turned to support his shoulder, letting him lean on her lap, resting his head on her shoulder.
His fingers gently slid into the corner of her silk shirt, his expression was weak, actually a bit tired.
Bertha lowered her voice. 'What other reward do you want?"
He was happy in his heart and was about to speak when Bertha added a sentence first.
'Except for me moving back into the bedroom with you, everything else is no problem."
Shane's face suddenly looked very sad. 'You know I want this..."
'You must obey." Bertha caressed his face and kissed his eyebrows.
The man lowered his voice and sulked in silence.
This time, Bertha did not soothe his feelings as usual.
Trying to hide the strangeness in her eyes, she said solemnly. 'I've been a bit busy lately. I can't make a video call at noon to monitor you taking your medicine, maybe I'll come home a little late..."
Shane looked up at her. "Maybe?"
She pursed her lips and smiled. 'Nothing, it's very late, you should rest soon."
Shane hugged her slim waist. He refused to let go, frowning in self-pity. 'The reward you promised me, you haven't fulfilled yet. I can not sleep."
"What do you want?"
He thought seriously, hiding the cunning light that flashed slightly in his dark eyes, his whole body weakly rubbing against her neck.
'I was sweating just now, or... can you help me take a shower?"
He had just changed his clothes so at least he kept a pair of underwear.
