Surge of Cultivation

"Clothing design room?" Ye Qingdi stood up and walked to the door on the west side of the living room. He pushed open the door and entered. Sure enough, there was a whole new world in front of him.

The design room was very large. The north side of the bookcase had hundreds of books on clothing design, the west side had a row of advanced clothing processing equipment, and the east side had over twenty tall plastic models wearing finished or semi-finished clothing. In the middle was a large office platform, and the floor was littered with pieces of cut and cut expensive clothing …

"I can't believe that Duanmu Yan actually has some talent!" Hmm, this red man's casual wear is not bad … This set of men's black collars must be very cool and cool … … If you put this white suit on me, you'll definitely be even more coquettish than that kid Shi Chong Dao, right? " Ye Qingdi strolled in front of a few plastic mannequin models. She flipped through the clothes that Duanmu Yan had already designed for them.

The clothes that Duanmu Yan had designed were not only her top clothes, but also her shirt, tie, belt, pants, and even shoes and socks. Ye Qingdi thought to himself, if Duanmu Yan wanted him to change his clothes, wouldn't she be giving it to him? In any case, she was the one who designed the clothes. There were many clothes here, and there was nothing to be polite about. She had to choose the most expensive, most fitting, and most elegant set of clothes to wear!

Ye Qingdi found a bag in the design room and took off the hundred yuan worth of clothes from head to toe, inside and out, and stuffed them into the bag. He prepared to take them with him when he left, then started to try on the clothes of the male models one by one.

Actually, the main reason why Ye Qingdi chose this set of black clothes was not because of how cool, how handsome, or how eye-catching it was. The main reason was that this set of black clothes did not have a black hat with a narrow brim or a pair of black sunglasses. She would not take advantage of this opportunity. In any case, Duanmu Yan did not care about this trivial bit of money!

If Duanmu Yan knew that the several thousand yuan worth of hats and tens of thousands of yuan worth of sunglasses were being sold cheaply by Ye Qingdi, she would definitely be so angry that she would vomit blood.

In the corner of the design room, there was a small single bed. Ye Qingdi guessed that this was probably because Duanmu Yan had worked herself too hard in the design room to rest for a while, and the bed was covered with a bedsheet with the picture of a cute animal, while a fluffy doll was placed on both sides of the pillow, and at the end of the bed was a soft and thin blanket. As Ye Qingdi neared the bed, he could smell a faint fragrance coming from the bed, similar to the smell of Duanmu Yan's body, or the smell of shampoo coming out from her hair.

He also thought that it was still too early for tonight's banquet. Moreover, Duanmu Yan had allowed him to rest here, so when he saw the small bed, he immediately felt sleepy.

He took off the black man's suit that he had just put on, leaving only the small, soft, and close-fitting underwear at the back. Then he spread the thin blanket on the bed and went in like a mud fish.

He felt a splitting headache coming on, and it was even more painful than before he went to sleep. Just as he pulled away the quilt, he felt his stomach twitch, and when he opened his mouth to vomit, he suddenly thought of Duanmu Yan's words, "Don't puke into my design room, or else I'll fight you to the death." He covered his mouth tightly with his hands, and forcefully restrained himself.

In a moment of desperation, he did not bother to put on his clothes and opened the door to the design room, rushing to the second floor of the villa. Although he was thinking about the words "second floor, west side", his head was buzzing, and when he arrived at the second floor, he could not tell which direction was north, south, east, or west. When he saw that one of the rooms seemed to have a light on, he opened the door and entered without a second thought.

The room was separated into two small rooms by a thick glass door. At that moment, the inside of the room was filled with fog, and the sound of water flowing was soft. It seemed like someone was inside the room. After entering the room, he saw that there was a washbasin and toilet in the outer room. He was sure that this was the bathroom Duanmu Yan was talking about, so he crouched down next to the toilet and began to vomit violently.

"Damn it, it's really life-threatening!" Next time I drink a drop of wine, I'll be an asshole! Whoever tries to persuade me to drink again, I'll fight with my life on the line! " Ye Qingdi's stomach finally felt a little better after throwing up this time. He muttered to himself and stood in front of the washbasin to rinse his head with cold water. He then became a little more clear-headed.

"Mom, is that you? "Come, come, come. I forgot to bring my underwear before I took a bath. I was just worrying about what to do!"

At this moment, a charming young girl's voice came from the room inside. There was a lethargic tone in her voice, as if she was acting coquettishly.

He was slightly drunk and had just woken up. His reaction was much slower than usual, and when he realized that he needed to immediately dodge, the glass door had already been pushed open. Duanmu Huanghun, whose hair was completely wet and had no hair on his body, lowered his head and walked out.

The young girl's beautiful and enchanting body was undoubtedly a fatal enticement for a young man like Ye Qingdi. Even though there was a voice shouting the three words "can't be seen" in Ye Qingdi's heart, his gaze was still involuntarily drawn towards Duanmu Yan. When Duanmu Qing, who was as delicate as jade and as white as a lamb, entered his eyes, he stood there motionlessly, his mind completely blank.

After coming out of the bath, Duanmu Yan stood at the exit of the glass door barefooted. A dense mist of water emanated from behind her, enveloping her and making her look as if she had just walked out of a fairyland.

Her body was like a beautiful landscape painting, with mountain ravines, vegetation, streams, spirit spring water, and spots of cherry red. The beauty of it all caused one's heart to palpitate with excitement; one couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship of the Creator, for it to be able to create such an exquisite and flawless body of a young lady.

Her skin was fair and delicate, delicate and compact, with twin peaks proudly standing there, trembling like two points of captivating red that seemed like a dream under the mist of air. Her butt below her slender waist had drawn out a perfect semicircle shape, her thighs were round and firm, and her calves were long and slender. She stood there charmingly, and there were almost no gaps between her straight legs.

Is this a woman's body? So beautiful!

Ye Qingdi stared at Duanmu Yan blankly. The initial astonishment in his eyes gradually turned into admiration and praise.

His sister was extremely busy during the day and would usually only come over at night to say a few words. At this time, his mother was most likely the one who came to his villa and was able to enter his bathroom, so when she heard the noise coming from outside the bathroom, Duanmu Yan's first reaction was for her mother to come over to see him.

As for Ye Qingdi, Duanmu Yan thought that it was impossible for him to enter. Firstly, it was because she had told him beforehand that he wanted to take a bath. No matter how bold he was, he shouldn't have come to peek, right? Second, he seemed to have locked the bathroom door from the inside. He didn't have a key, so he wouldn't be able to open the door.

Because of these thoughts, Duanmu Yan walked out of the bathroom naked. She had just been vomited a whole body of filth by Ye Qingdi and had soaked in the bathtub for a long time, and after she was done washing, she realized that she had forgotten to bring her underwear over. Now that her mother was here, she didn't need to wrap herself in a towel and run out to get it.

What Duanmu Yan never expected was that the person standing in front of her was not her mother, Qiushui, but rather Emperor Ye Qingdi, who she had never expected to enter. What made her even more alarmed was that Emperor Ye Qingdi was still naked and only had a small pair of underwear covering him. It seemed to have been designed by him!