Chapter 302: Chapter 302: I Don’t Need Your Kindness_1
"Tonight is a wonderful Arabian night, I am the tribal chief, and you, my beautiful little girl, are my servant,"
"S-servant?" Ye Lu widened her eyes in disbelief. Damn it, what did he take her for?
"Yes, you must devote yourself to serving me, striving to please me. Do you understand, my lovely little servant?"
He intentionally blew a warm breath in her ear, making Ye Lu’s face turn beet red in an instant.
She knew this damned man wasn’t kind enough to buy her a gift.
This lascivious wolf had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Last time it was a high-slit silk cheongsam, this time it’s a belly dance outfit, and it’s Arabian night, all of which were in extremely bad taste!
Despite Ye Lu’s embarrassment and rage, despite her vehement protest, she refused to the point of death to put on that wickedly hot skirt.
But the devilish Third Young Master was leering at her.
With one sentence, he made her choke on her words.
"Hmm, if you don’t want to change, that’s fine. I, the young master, could condescend to help you change. I’ve never dressed a woman before; it might be an exciting experience," said someone, full of playful interest.
Let him help her put on this belly dance outfit?
She could easily imagine how this wolf would take advantage of the situation, exploring his hands all over her body.
"I, I will do it myself," she glared at him, grinding her teeth.
Third Young Master wore a face of regret, "What a pity, you see, I’d be more than happy to help."
"I don’t need your ’kindness’."
Whether alive or dead, she couldn’t escape it. It wasn’t the first time such things had happened, so she should have felt less humiliated.
But this man, he always found a way to embarrass her, to the point she’d rather jump off a cliff and die!
Begrudgingly she went to take a shower, picked up the sheer belly dance outfit, and held up what could barely be considered a top—essentially a fancy bra. Ye Lu stared in disbelief.
"What a lowlife man, only interested in buying such vulgar stuff. He’ll end up with kidney deficiency and die young," she muttered.
How could such a conservative Middle-Eastern country create such a wicked dress?
"This stinky man went to the Middle East and brought back a belly dance dress. Ugh, he loves to travel abroad, could it be that he will bring me a national costume every time he visits a foreign country? I’ll be doomed."
Ye Lu thought more about it and widened her eyes, feeling utterly aggrieved.
The days ahead were going to be torturous. When would this man ever get tired of her and kick her out?
Recently, he seemed to be gaining more and more interest in her.
What a headache!
Upon donning the dance outfit and looking in the mirror, Ye Lu grimaced.
Indeed, it was exotically enchanting, full of mysterious allure. The tight top accentuated her cleavage, and her slim, fair waist was exposed to the air, making it all the more slender and attractive. The gold-beaded tassels swayed lightly around her waist, accentuating her narrow waist even further.
The bottom was wrapped with a semi-transparent black gauze, splitting open in the middle, revealing glimpses of her beautiful legs.
The whole outfit was bewitching and excessively alluring. If it wasn’t on her, she might have been excited about it too.
But on her, it felt like she was a scrumptious meal served to that man.
Reluctantly, she exited the bathroom.
The lights in the room had dimmed, becoming mysterious and obscure.
Upon witnessing the room, Ye Lu took a deep breath. It had undergone a complete transformation.
From the European-style décor, it had turned into something out of a film, filled with Arabian charm. Swords of desert tribes hung on the walls, colorful Middle Eastern murals, and bedding featuring plant patterns from intricate embroideries.
