Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"My lord?" The tailor was puzzled.

"Give the ruler to me."

The tailor handed over the things blankly.

"Where to measure first?" Dongfang Aoshi asked.

"Measure the princess' bust first."

Dongfang Aoshi nodded, shook off the soft ruler, and began to measure Wen Rou.

Dongfang Aoshi has never done these things before, and he can't even hold a ruler well. It is impossible to accomplish this.

The soft ruler fell off several times.

Dongfang Aoshi picked it up and continued.

Wen Rou several times, wanted to interrupt, and continued to ask what happened just now, but was swallowed back by Dong Fang's proud eyes.

it is good.

Dongfang Aoshi wants to measure it, so let him measure it.

When the amount is ready, she will ask again.

Anyway, it doesn't take much time to measure the size.

What's more, Dongfang Aoshi changed his mind and asked him to accompany him to the banquet. Gentleness is what he wished for.

Dongfang Aoshi was clumsy and took half of the measurements, but he didn't even measure the size of the bust.

The tailor instructs—

"My lord, you can't pull it so tight. The size is wrong. The clothes you make will be uncomfortable for the princess to wear."

"..."

"My lord, if it's too loose, it will appear exposed."

"..."

"My lord, the position should be higher."

"..."

"My lord, come up again, the ruler needs to be moved down."

"..."

……

……

……

The tailor taught him to be very patient, but Dongfang Aoshi became impatient.

Throwing the soft ruler, it pressed down on the tender shoulder.

Wenrou didn't have time to react at all, she just felt a whirl in front of her eyes, and her body was turned around.

In the next second, a pair of big palms appeared on his chest.

Dongfang Aoshi hugged her from behind, encircled Wen Rou, and wrapped her chest with his big palm.

He didn't expect Dongfang Aoshi to make such a move at all, he was stunned tenderly, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Dongfang Aoshi held her chest, rubbed it a few times, and let go.

"Measure."

The tailor blushed and took a soft ruler to measure Dongfang Aoshi's arm.

Next, Dongfang Aoshi used the same method to measure his gentle waist, buttocks, etc...

Tenderness has never seen a way of measuring body measurements like this.

I couldn't come back to my senses at all, like a careless doll, being turned around by Dongfang Aoshi, after measuring his waist and hips, he wanted to measure his thighs.

Dongfang Aoshi went directly to hook the gentle thigh.

As a result, Dongfang Aoshi raised his leg suddenly, Rourou couldn't stand firmly for a while, and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Dongfang Aoshi moved quickly and caught him.

Otherwise, there would definitely be a big bump on the back of her head.

"My lord, let the princess sit down." The tailor suggested.

Dongfang Aoshi nodded, picked up Rourou directly, and threw it on the bed....

Putting down the curtain, Dongfang Aoshi stretched out his hand to lift the gentle skirt.

Wen Rou tightly guarded, "What are you going to do?"

The tailor is just outside the curtain, this man, could it be that he wants to...

Thinking of this, Wen Rou's whole face changed.

"Take your hands away." Dongfang Aoshi had cold eyes and a look of patience.

Wenrou shook her head resolutely, refusing to do what Dongfang Aoshi said.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes turned cold.

next second.

"tear--"

Dongfang Aoshi tore off the bed sheet and bound his gentle hands.

Dongfang Aoshi lifted up her skirt, measured it up and down, and then asked the tailor to measure his hand as before.

gentle:"……"

She thinks Dongfang Aoshi is really sick!

It's just a measurement, and it can be done as if you are interrogating a murderer.

After measuring the size, the tailor left with the data.