She is "Young Master Jing", she has been very independent since she was a child, and there is no such thing as a "personal maid".

So, Jing Yue thought that she wouldn't just wear clothes? She has always worn it herself, so what can be the difficulty?

However, she ignored one fact -

It is true that Young Master Jing has always dressed himself since he was a child, but he has never helped others wear them......

How to do it!

The clasp slipped out of the buttonhole again!

Jing Yue became a little anxious.

In order to achieve good results, she chose a well-known costume studio to make costumes for stage plays.

As a result, they are really dedicated and professional.

Even the buckle is made of artificial jade, made into a standard semicircle, and wrapped with metal edges, exactly like the clothing of European nobles in the 19th century!

It's realistic, but it's slippery and hard to get along!

Jing Yue had been "struggling" for almost five minutes before she buttoned three buttons.

And in order to see the buttonhole clearly, she had to lean over and bow her head to make her face closer to Mu Feng**'s chest.

This time, his toned chest muscles and abdominal muscles were dangling under his nose at all.

He was full of tension, the first masculine manliness, more and more irritating her nostrils, the head that was stimulated up was hot, and it went down into the bottom of her heart, as if it turned into countless naughty little paws, tickling her heart......

Jing Yue didn't expect that helping him get dressed, it was easy to say, but it was such a difficult chore!

Actually, she didn't know that Mu Feng was much better than her.

At first, he was really proud and comfortable.

Mei Zizi squinted her eyes, admiring the moving flush on Jing Yue's face, looking at her little head, she had to stick it into her arms.

But then things didn't quite go right.

Jing Yue's "clumsiness" greatly surprised him.

Just buttoned the button, and she tossed and panted, spraying a stream of burning snorts onto his chest.

There were also soft fingertips, and there was a moment, a moment, a moment, and a moment scratched his skin.

These unconscious "teasing" quickly made Mu Feng's body warm, his blood flow accelerated, and his breathing became short.

He bit his lip, but he could hold back and not make a strange sound.

But I can't control a certain part of my body, and I'm already about to swell and raise my head!

Not good!

No matter how he continues, he is very likely to make a fool of himself in front of Jing Yue!

Or a loss of control, directly put incense to smoke her, and then hug and kiss happily!

Even, do more extreme things......

Whew-whe

What sound is this?

Jing Yue looked up in surprise and saw that on the top of her head, the originally deep and clear eyes had become cloudy, and there seemed to be a faint layer of dark red.

"What's wrong with you?" Jing Yue asked strangely, "In this weather, can you still pant and sweat?" ”

"Huh? No, it's okay, it's just that this room is too stuffy! ”

Asked by Jing Yue, Mu Feng finally became a little more sensible, and hurriedly took matters into his own hands and buttoned the remaining two buttons.

"Hell, what's going on now?" Jing Yue gave him a blank look.

She was also very difficult, so she was not in the mood to pursue this, so she immediately picked up her coat again and ordered Mu Feng: "Raise your hand!" ”

"Oooh!"

Next, the cooperation between the two was quite smooth, Mu Feng no longer dared to let go of his evil thoughts, and just obediently enjoyed the "service" of his fiancée.

Finally, the complicated bow tie was also tied.

The rest is the last link -

Jing Yue picked up the metal mask on the chair and buckled it to Mu Feng's face.

This is the iconic outfit of the Phantom......