Behind Jiang Mo, under the spotlight’s illumination, there were three outfits in the wardrobe.
The mostly empty wardrobe made the three outfits appear spacious, all hung horizontally so Zhou Wang could clearly see their styles and imagine how they would look when worn.
The one on the far left was an outfit primarily made of white sheer lace... probably a bodysuit.
Zhou Wang wasn’t entirely sure.
Because even though it was called a bodysuit, its fabric was pitifully scant, more like lace sketched into the shape of a camisole, with a few slender strings forming the main structure of the garment, while the middle was entirely hollow...
Yet the accessories were quite complete, including a lace eye mask, lace wristbands, and a silk choker.
The one in the middle was the most colorful.
The upper part was an entirely retro, burgundy inverted triangle halter top, while the lower part was a narrow strip of fabric tied together with two knots...
From the design, it seemed like an ancient style, but surely that was a slander; ancient people couldn’t have designed such elaborate garments...
Then there was the one on the right, the one that made Zhou Wang’s eyelids twitch the fastest.
In terms of style, it was the most conservative.
A black long windbreaker on the outside, paired with a white shirt, a waist-hugging black mini skirt, and a small tie—
Ignoring its complex assortment of accessories, it was even an outfit that could be worn out.
But its essence lay in its assortment of accessories.
There were black thigh-high stockings, a black eye mask, two snap-on leather wristbands, a small ball, as well as XX, XX, and XX.
After Jiang Mo mustered her courage to finish speaking, Zhou Wang understood her meaning.
"I pick one?"
"Mm..."
Jiang Mo lowered her head slightly, avoiding Zhou Wang’s burning gaze.
"Senior, you’re making it really hard for me!"
"Hm?"
"You might not know, but I suffer from a rather rare condition called ’aphantasia.’"
Zhou Wang stated solemnly.
"Ah, what... What is aphantasia..." Jiang Mo asked dazedly.
"Aphantasia, also known as ’imagination visual deficiency syndrome,’ simply put, is an imagination disorder; the English name is aphantasia... You can understand it this way, I can’t imagine what you’d look like wearing these clothes, um, basically it’s pretty sad."
Zhou Wang sighed.
"Then, what to do?" Jiang Mo was at a loss.
"So the best way is... for you to try them all."
Zhou Wang coughed softly, this was his last resort, "I can’t imagine it, but my vision is normal, so once I see it, I’ll know which one to choose."
Jiang Mo pressed her lips together.
Sometimes she was a bit slow, but that didn’t mean she was truly naïve...
"Is this... an order?"
Jiang Mo asked softly.
"It is."
Zhou Wang also felt his lie was quite clumsy, but the atmosphere was all set, so he could only maintain a serious face and nod.
"As you wish... Master."
Jiang Mo whispered, then turned around to take down all three outfits.
She faced away from Zhou Wang, her slightly trembling hand reaching for the buttons at her waist.
"Senior, turn around, look at me... always look at me."
Jiang Mo’s movements paused, but she could no longer resist any of Zhou Wang’s requests, so she could only pant hurriedly while slowly turning around.
...
A moment later, in this wardrobe with mingled light and shadow, Zhou Wang witnessed the most unforgettable fashion show of his life.
He recalled thinking not long ago that he wanted to visit luxury brand fashion shows in the future to broaden his horizons, but now he was very certain...
No fashion show could be more spectacular than the one before him.
This was his exclusive model, in this space of less than ten square meters, showcasing beauty just for him.
Zhou Wang used to often wonder why people combined words like "body" and "art."
Engaging in debauchery, yet seeking a fig leaf, right?
But now, Zhou Wang probably understood.
Because some beauty truly transcended eroticism itself.
It wasn’t merely about exposure, nor just the visual enhancement from those taboo-like garments...
It was the crimson flush like ink blots on Jiang Mo’s serene features, her shy yet determined leg extending shakily, her curled-up form like a kitten on the chaise, gradually lifting her head...
It was also her eyes filled with endless vortexes, like they desired to consume Zhou Wang’s soul.
The most beautiful thing in the world was just that.
...
Zhou Wang ultimately chose the third set.
Then, Jiang Mo, who could barely stand, hurriedly took the clothes to shower, clutching them in her arms.
Zhou Wang knew it might take her a while, so he headed to the balcony first, enjoying the night breeze for a while.
After smoking a cigarette, Zhou Wang also went to shower.
When Zhou Wang finished freshening up, feeling cleaner than ever, and stepped out of the communal bathroom, the lights outside had already been turned off by Jiang Mo.
He followed the remnants of hallway light step by step, reaching the slightly ajar master bedroom door.
He pushed open the door, and in the dark shadows, Jiang Mo stood at the doorway.
She wore that long windbreaker, leaning against the wall, her bright eyes fixed on Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang’s gaze moved downward, through some gaps in the windbreaker, he could see her long legs wrapped in black thigh-high stockings.
But what stirred Zhou Wang more was the high-heeled shoes supporting her feet.
This was the first time Zhou Wang saw Jiang Mo wearing high heels.
Already tall, wearing these heels over 10cm high, it felt like she could almost look down on Zhou Wang...