Chapter 340 “Yours are here. See how they are. I already bought them, so even if they’re not good, you have to wear them.” Ferris thought that even if they weren’t good, he couldn’t see them anyway. “Whatever you bought must look good.” Ferris had learned to behave now and didn’t dare be sharp–tongued like before. I was satisfied with his response. “Aurora, could you help me put them on?” Ferris asked again. I felt a bit embarrassed: “Can’t you dress yourself?” “I’m used to my own clothes and know which way is front or back. The new ones you bought me, I don’t know how.” When Ferris said this, Mary chimed in: “Aurora, go help Ferris.” I had always listened to Mary, and now that her health was poor, I couldn’t possibly go against her wishes. So I got up and took Ferris to his room, preparing to help him try on clothes. Most of what I bought him were casual styles–easy to put on without much effort. “Take off your clothes,” I instructed, then went to the side to take out the newly bought clothes and organize them one by one. When I finished preparing and turned around to hand him the clothes, I froze completely, my pupils suddenly contracting. “Why, why did you take off ALL, your clothes!” Ferris was standing completely naked in front of me without any covering. Perfect proportions, firm muscles, defined eight–pack abs… I hardly dared look further down. I frantically averted my gaze, my face burning like fire. Although I was now carrying Ferris’s child, we hadn’t actually been intimate that many times. noveldramaAlmost every time, he had initiated. And I… I had always thought I could act mature, but when actually facing such situations, I still became flustered. In contrast, Ferris had a completely calm expression on his handsome face. He seemed very confident about his physique, his demeanor nonchalant. “Aren’t there undergarments too?” he asked matter–of–factly. My head was lowered almost to my chest, my voice trembling: “I didn’t buy you underwear–put your underwear back on quickly!” He even said leisurely: “I undressed too quickly just now and forgot where I put them. Could you help me find them?” I seriously suspected he was doing this on purpose. To end this embarrassment quickly, I had no choice but to search through his clothes. But before I could find them, sudden heat pressed against my back, and I instantly froze. His breath, his body temperature, and that… sensation made my ears burn completely red. “What are you doing!” I practically shouted. Ferris immediately stepped back, his voice somewhat hoarse: “I thought it was inconvenient for you to search, so I wanted to do it myself. It wasn’t intentional.” He seemed to be explaining, but that heated voice and burning ears clearly betrayed him. I bit my lip and finally found that item, quickly handing it to him: “Put it on quickly!” He took it and soon put it on. I took a deep breath, feeling this couldn’t continue, and decided to maintain some distance. “I’ll hand you clothes and you follow my instructions to put them on.” “Okay,” he agreed quickly, I handed him items one by one, and he obediently complied. But in the enclosed room, the air grew hotter and hotter. Though it was deep winter outside, inside felt like it was steaming with fire. I had to admit, Ferris was naturally built like a clothing rack. With his model like physique and movie–star face, he looked so good in everything that one couldn’t look away. “That’s enough. This one fits–take it off.” I forced myself to speak. But he undressed much faster than when putting clothes on. Before I could step back, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. His palm was burning hot, his voice low and husky: “Do you… remember the suggestion I made last time?” My heart instantly tightened, my breathing rapid. In my panic, I could only stammer: “I don’t remember.” I wanted to muddle through. But the next second, he pulled me directly into his embrace, his heated breath spraying against my ear: “If you have needs, just tell me. We’re husband and wife–this kind of thing is normal.” My heart was beating so fast it felt like it would explode. In my panic, I tried to pull his hands away: “I don’t have any needs!” But he pressed against my ear, his voice deep and magnetic: “I do.” ♡(1)