Chapter 283: My Ex-Girlfriend Has Me Under Control

With his eyes covered, Fang Zhou could only rely on his hearing to gauge what was happening around him.

Even after holding a posture where he sat with his head tilted back for a long time, he didn’t hear the shutter sound.

“Is it done?”

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but ask. His neck was starting to feel sore.

Han Xi responded with actions.

“Not yet.”

Fang Zhou felt a weight on his legs as someone sat on his lap in a rather ambiguous manner.

The distance between them shrank to almost nothing, and the air grew heated as someone’s breathing turned noticeably heavier.

“What are you doing?”

Fang Zhou asked in confusion, not understanding why Han Xi was suddenly sitting on him.

“Just follow my lead.”

It turned out Han Xi had placed the camera on a tripod and was now using her phone to control the shooting.

“You…”

Fang Zhou was astonished and tried to pull off the ribbon covering his eyes to see what Han Xi was up to, but a cool hand stopped him.

“Wait, don’t rush. Just a couple of shots.”

As she spoke, Han Xi leaned in closer to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou felt a soft, tender sensation on his lips, coupled with Han Xi’s signature fragrance, assaulting his senses.

‘Boom!’

It felt like something collapsed inside him, perhaps his rationality or the walls around his heart.

Memories of his passionate nights with Han Xi surged forth like a tide, enveloping Fang Zhou and leaving him powerless to resist her closeness.

‘Click!’

The shutter sound rang out as Han Xi used her phone to control the camera, capturing the eternal moment.

Han Xi lifted her head, satisfied, and admired the shot on her phone before happily telling Fang Zhou, “This one looks good.”

“Let’s take another.”

She then removed the black ribbon from Fang Zhou’s eyes, allowing him to see again.

Fang Zhou was still a bit dazed, finding the Han Xi in front of him somewhat unfamiliar.

She seemed much livelier than before and had learned many new tricks.

While he was in a daze, Han Xi adjusted her position to sit beside Fang Zhou instead.

“Hold me and look at the camera.”

Her cool voice sounded in his ear, and Fang Zhou instinctively followed, wrapping an arm around Han Xi’s waist and looking at the camera.

‘Click!’

This time, Han Xi captured a frontal shot of the two of them together. They looked like a perfect match in the photo, as if it could be their wedding picture if only cropped to the upper half.

Fang Zhou glanced at the earlier photos Han Xi had taken and felt his face flush with heat.

What were these photos?!

He was a respectable person!

Finally, Han Xi called for a break and helped untie his hands.

“You did well. Have a drink, and we’ll shoot the second set shortly.”

Fang Zhou felt his limbs going numb, likely from staying in one position for too long.

Thinking about the photos just taken made his face heat up even more. He urgently needed a cold drink to cool down.

The old butler had stocked the mini-fridge with several special fruit juices, chilled to perfection.

Han Xi took them out and handed one to Fang Zhou.

He took it and downed it in one go. Still thirsty, he looked at Han Xi like a puppy that hadn’t had enough.

Han Xi couldn’t help but laugh and handed him another drink.

Fang Zhou quickly finished the second drink too, finally feeling his senses return, and his face cooled down.

“Ahem, remember, these photos can only stay with you. They can’t be leaked.”

Fang Zhou felt he had to maintain his dignity and reminded her sternly.

Han Xi chuckled, her icy demeanor melting away.

“Alright, alright. I promise no one will see your face.”

Fang Zhou’s pupils shrank, then he reconsidered and thought it might be okay.

If no one saw his face, they couldn’t connect the photos to him, right?

“Okay, change into the second set.”

Han Xi barely took a sip of her juice before heading to the clothing rack to pick out another outfit for Fang Zhou.

“How about this one?”

Fang Zhou approached to see what she had picked.

The pants seemed normal, but the top… could it even be called a top?

Where was the shirt?! Tell me!

Han Xi held a black cheongsam that looked somewhat like a male outfit but also a bit like female attire. With the matching accessories she had picked, it was clear she wanted Fang Zhou to wear women’s clothing.

“Wait, can we discuss this?”

Fang Zhou took a step back, trying to negotiate with Han Xi.

But Han Xi wasn’t listening.

The cold-faced woman approached him slowly, eyes full of disapproval.

“Discuss what? You don’t want to wear this? Fine, you don’t have to wear anything.”

That wasn’t what Fang Zhou meant. He quickly shook his head and denied it, “No, no, I just mean can we switch to another outfit?”

At least something that didn’t resemble women’s clothing. Even though his upper body muscles were well-developed, he had never tried wearing such clothes!

Han Xi glanced at the ‘outfit’ in her hand and wondered, “I think it looks great. Besides, with the weather getting hotter, this will be cooler for you.”

Fang Zhou: It’s definitely cooler—if you consider wearing women’s clothes as not wearing anything at all!

In the end, despite Fang Zhou’s pleas, Han Xi didn’t change her mind and insisted on this outfit.

With tears in his eyes, Fang Zhou changed into the clothes. With Han Xi’s help, he used… (tln : censored by site).

“Here’s the final touch.”

Han Xi picked up the camera, rubbing her hands excitedly like she couldn’t wait to start.

“All set.”

She smiled satisfactorily at Fang Zhou, radiating indescribable excitement, her hands even trembling.

Only Fang Zhou shivered inside, praying Han Xi wouldn’t go too far. After all, he had his dignity to think of.

But things didn’t go as he hoped.

An indescribable scene, played out.

As Fang Zhou finally wandered into the bathroom, his mind a mess, he had one thought: If he had known it would end like this, he should have agreed to Han Xi’s request on the variety show back then.

This woman must be holding a grudge for his refusal, that’s why her actions were so intense.

But despite his complaints, during the photoshoot, he was guided by the photographer, gradually becoming more relaxed.

It turns out, wearing women’s clothes isn’t a one-time thing, but something you can get used to!

As Fang Zhou showered, he regretted: It’s over. It feels like Han Xi has awakened some strange part of him.

Besides the initial overwhelming shame, he found it surprisingly acceptable.

I’m done for, my friends, my ex-girlfriend has me under control!