bigabreads Chapter 192 Only I Can See! It's too see-through, Big Brother wraps her up.
Chapter 192 Only I Can See! It's too see-through, Big Brother wraps her up.
The lights in the Qin family's "haute couture studio" remained on all night that night.
The enormous, improved jacquard loom, like a silent and sophisticated behemoth, sat in the center of the room.
This is a drawing by Qin Mo. The fifth and sixth twin brothers worked overnight to create this industrial masterpiece, using the best bearings in the space and the Qin family's unique high-carbon steel gears.
"Click, click, click."
The sound of the shuttle no longer resembles the dull creak of a traditional wooden loom, but rather a crisp sound full of rhythm and metallic texture.
Su Wan sat in front of the loom, her long, black hair casually tied into a bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.
Her expression was focused, and her slender fingers danced among the silk threads like butterflies flitting among flowers.
The silk thread she was threading was no ordinary material.
That was "high-elasticity raw silk" that had been soaked in spiritual spring water and then treated by Qin Mo with special medicine.
This silk, as fine as a spider's thread yet as resilient as a harp string, gleams with an almost transparent, cold light under the lamp, as if it has captured a handful of moonlight on a winter night.
"Sister-in-law, take a rest."
Qin Feng, the fifth brother, stood to the side with a bowl of freshly cooked bird's nest porridge in his hand, looking at the woman with concern.
His bare upper body was still covered in sweat, left over from when he was helping Su Wan adjust the machine.
"I'm not tired."
Su Wan didn't even look up, her eyes shining with an astonishing light:
"The tension of this silk is so good that if it is not woven at the current temperature and humidity, the 'water ripple' effect will be greatly reduced."
She stepped on the pedal.
"Buzz—"
The machines roared.
A piece of fabric, as light and thin as smoke and mist, seemed so light that it could be blown away with a breath, slowly flowed down from the roll.
It's too thin.
Looking at a single layer, it is almost completely transparent and cannot cover anything at all.
"Is...is this wearable?"
Qin Yun, the sixth brother, came over, still holding a pair of calipers in his hand, his face completely red.
He reached his hand under the fabric, and through the veil, he could clearly see the lines on his palm, even the lunulae on his fingernails.
"Sister-in-law, this is too... too embarrassing."
The sixth brother swallowed hard, his mind involuntarily conjuring up an image of the fabric clinging to his sister-in-law's body. Suddenly, he felt a rush of heat to his nose and quickly tilted his head back.
"If someone wore this out, wouldn't those old scholars be furious?"
"Who said you were only wearing one layer?"
Su Wan stopped what she was doing, her fingertips gently tracing the smooth, flowing fabric, a confident smile playing on her lips:
"This is called 'cloud gauze'."
"One layer is transparency, two layers are fog, three layers... are clouds."
"That's exactly the feeling I want—the kind that's ambiguous, like something that's about to be revealed but not quite said."
She turned her head and looked at Qin Mo, who had been standing in the shadows, silently watching her:
"Second brother, have you finished calculating that 'layered' structure on the design drawings?"
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.
"It's all calculated."
He stepped forward and used his long, slender fingers to pull a new drawing from the pile of discarded drafts.
What was painted on it was no longer a traditional jacket and skirt, but a long skirt with an extremely complex structure.
The inner layer is a close-fitting camisole, the middle layer is a fitted fishtail skirt, and the outer layer is a flowing, wide-sleeved cover-up.
All three layers are made of this type of cloud-like yarn.
"Utilizing the principle of light and shadow refraction."
Qin Mo's voice was calm and professional, as if he were giving a physics lecture, but his gaze was fixed on Su Wan's eyes, which were slightly red from staying up all night.
"Three layers can cover the skin tone of key areas while preserving the contours of the body."
"Especially when it moves..."
Qin Mo paused, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly:
"The friction between fabrics creates a flowing sheen."
"It's like..."
"They wore the clouds in the sky on their bodies."
……
The next morning.
When the first rays of winter sunlight pierced through the glass dome of the greenhouse and shone into the fitting room made of white marble.
The legendary "cloud gauze dress" was finally hanging on the clothes rack.
It is not pure white.
It is an extremely high-grade "Smoky Green".
That was the color that Qin Family Dyehouse had tested with hundreds of herbs. It had a faint bluish tint in the sunlight and a seductive purple hue in the shadows.
"call……"
Su Wan took a deep breath and untied her nightgown.
The silk slipped off.
She revealed her fair and radiant body, meticulously cared for by the seven men of the Qin family.
She reached out, her fingertips trembling as she touched the cloud-patterned gauze.
It's too light.
When worn, it feels almost weightless.
The first layer is a close-fitting camisole.
The cool, silky touch instantly enveloped her skin, like a lover's hand, clinging tightly to every curve.
The second layer features a tapering fishtail shape.
The originally transparent fabric, after being layered, transformed into a hazy, misty effect, perfectly outlining her slender waist and pert hips.
The third layer is a wide-sleeved overcoat.
When the last layer was put on, a miracle happened.
The originally overly explicit sexiness was instantly suppressed by this cloud-like cover-up, transforming into an extremely sophisticated, extremely restrained, yet extremely alluring "ethereal" aura.
Su Wan stood in front of the full-length mirror.
The person in the mirror seemed like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting depicting the misty Jiangnan region.
With each step, the layers of her skirt flowed gracefully.
The outline of her legs was faintly visible through the gauze skirt, like looking at flowers through the mist. The more indistinct the view, the more one wanted to reach out and push aside the mist to find out what was inside.
"Perfect."
Su Wan looked at herself in the mirror and twirled around with satisfaction.
This dress would absolutely blow Song Niangzi's heavy imperial robes, weighing dozens of kilograms, out of the water!
Just then.
"Squeak—"
The fitting room door was pushed open from the outside.
A scent carrying a biting cold wind and a strong masculine hormone instantly rushed in.
"Jiaojiao, Fourth Brother said the clothes are finished? Big Brother, come and see..."
Qin Lie was carrying a food box, clearly there to deliver breakfast.
He strode in, still wearing the black outfit he wore when practicing martial arts in the arena, the collar wide open, revealing his still steaming chest.
however.
When his gaze fell on the figure in the mirror.
"Clang!"
The food box in his hand slammed heavily onto the ground.
The bowl of carefully prepared congee with preserved egg and lean pork was spilled all over the floor, but Qin Lie was completely unaware.
He seemed to be frozen in place, as if under a spell.
Those tiger-like eyes, which usually held a mix of fierceness and doting affection, suddenly contracted violently, and a raging fire instantly ignited in their depths.
"Big...Big Brother?"
Su Wan was startled by the commotion and turned around.
Her turning around was even more fatal.
Originally, being backlit could at least provide some shade.
She was facing the sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The so-called three layers of cloud-like fabric seemed to instantly lose their ability to provide cover under the strong light.
Backlit.
Her long, slender legs, her slim waist, and the full, rounded contours of her chest...
They were all sketched into a breathtaking silhouette.
Holy.
And also licentious.
"Gulp."
Qin Lie's Adam's apple bobbed violently, the sound so loud it seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet fitting room.
"Jiao...Jiaojiao?"
His voice was extremely rough and hoarse, as if he had a handful of sand in his mouth.
His gaze wandered uncontrollably over Su Wan.
From the barely visible collarbone, to the soft flesh trembling slightly beneath the thin veil, and then to the pair of fair and tender calves that flashed by at the slit of the skirt.
"Big brother, look, this is what we just made..."
Su Wan was unaware of the danger and, like a proud child showing off a treasure, lifted the hem of her skirt, wanting to demonstrate the fluidity of the fabric to him.
"Don't move!"
Qin Lie suddenly roared.
He rushed over suddenly.
The resulting wind pressure even lifted Su Wan's thin skirt.
"what!"
Before Su Wan could react, a pair of large, scalding hands gripped her shoulders tightly.
Qin Lie's eyes were frighteningly red, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
He didn't appreciate the workmanship of the garment.
Nor did they praise her beauty.
Instead, he stared intently at her skin, which was barely visible beneath the thin veil, like an enraged lion.
"You're planning to... go out dressed like this?"
His voice was terrifyingly low, carrying a hint of gritted teeth:
"Who are you wearing this for?"
"To show it to that guy surnamed Fang?"
"Or is it for all those men on the street who can't control their genitals?"
Su Wan was frightened by his fierce appearance and blinked her eyes pitifully.
"This...this isn't transparent."
I'm wearing three layers already...
"Three floors?"
Qin Lie sneered, his laughter filled with an almost uncontrollable possessiveness.
His rough, large hand suddenly slapped onto Su Wan's arm.
Through that thin, gossamer-thin veil of clouds.
That feel was so strange.
Smooth, cool, yet extremely thin.
It felt as if his hand was directly touching her skin, even more stimulating than direct touch.
The veil did not act as a barrier; instead, it acted as a catalyst, amplifying the temperature difference between the two individuals.
"Jiaojiao, take a look for yourself."
Qin Lie grabbed her hand and pressed it against the mirror.
He forced her to look at herself in the mirror.
"Is this what you call opaque?"
"This is even worse than being naked!"
"If you're not wearing anything, it's just white flesh; you can see it at a glance."
"Dressed like this..."
His large hand slid down her waistline and pressed against the layers of her skirt, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric and burning into her flesh.
"This is soul-stealing!"
"This is telling all men in the world..."
"Come and tear it apart!"
Qin Lie was breathing rapidly, his chest heaving violently.
The mere thought of Jiaojiao being seen in this state by another man, even just a glimpse of her back, sends a raging storm of violent thoughts raging within him.
He wanted to kill someone.
I want to gouge out all those eyeballs.
"You're not allowed to wear it."
Qin Lie gave a death order.
He let go and turned to pull at the heavy, black bearskin cloak on the nearby clothes rack.
"Big brother! This is the battle robe I'm going to wear to cause trouble!"
Su Wan panicked and reached out to stop him:
"Madam Song makes fun of us for being bulky, so I have to wear this to prove her wrong! Besides, this fabric is very sturdy; it won't tear..."
"Can't be torn?"
Qin Lie paused, turned his head, and his eyes were as deep as a black hole.
"Jiaojiao thinks..."
"Is your brother worried about whether the clothes will get damaged?"
He suddenly threw away the cloak he was holding.
They closed in step by step until Su Wan was cornered against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
"My brother is worried..."
"If I went out dressed like that..."
You will die.
"Dead?" Su Wan shrank back.
"I'll be devoured by men's gaze."
Qin Lie leaned against the wall with one hand, completely enveloping her in his shadow:
"And even more so, my elder brother..."
"Right there in front of all those people..."
"I couldn't resist having sex with you."
His fingers hooked around the thin collar of the blouse and applied a little force.
"Sizzle—"
Although it wasn't torn, the highly elastic fabric was stretched to its limit, tightly binding Su Wan's soft flesh and leaving a deep red mark.
This visual impact is a hundred times more erotic than simply tearing it apart.
"Jiaojiao".
Qin Lie lowered his head, his nose touching her collarbone, and took a deep breath through the veil.
It all smells like her.
The blend of the new fabric's unique herbal scent was practically poisonous.
"These clothes..."
"You can only wear it at home."
"Only at night..."
"In this room..."
"I'm wearing this just for my older brother."
"But it's the plum blossom appreciation banquet..." Su Wan still wanted to struggle a bit more.
"No buts."
Qin Lie suddenly sat up straight and grabbed the black bearskin cloak.
Without further ado.
It covered them directly over their heads.
The enormous, wild-looking black fur instantly engulfed the ethereal figure.
Qin Lie buttoned up his cloak one button at a time.
From the neck down to the ankles.
Completely sealed, airtight.
Only her small face, flushed red, was visible.
"Ugh... Big brother, it's hot..." Su Wan struggled in the thick fur, like a trapped silkworm pupa.
"It's hot, that's what matters."
Qin Lie looked at the dark "zongzi" in front of him with satisfaction.
Although that stunning, ethereal beauty is gone.
But that unique sense of security that belonged to him returned.
He stretched out his large hand and, through the thick cloak, slapped Su Wan hard on the buttocks:
"I'll never dare to make such see-through clothes again..."
"Make one, and I'll burn it."
"or……"
He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and menacing, carrying a chilling intensity that could make anyone's legs go weak:
"You'll wear it..."
"Let my older brother give it a try..."
"This so-called indestructible 'cloud gauze'..."
"Can you withstand the knife in your brother's hand?"
……
Half an hour later.
At the entrance of Tingxiang Pavilion.
Madam Song was proudly showing off her embroidery to several wealthy women who hadn't yet bought down jackets:
"Look, these are the clothes of a respectable family."
Heavy and dignified.
"Unlike some people, who dress inappropriately..."
Before he could finish speaking...
A very stylish black carriage stopped at the entrance.
The car door opened.
Qin Lie was the first to jump down.
He was dressed in black, tall as an iron tower, and exuded a menacing aura, which frightened the surrounding noblewomen into retreating.
Followed by.
He turned around and, with extremely gentle yet domineering movements, took a... black fur ball out of the car.
Everyone took a closer look.
It was an extremely luxurious, but also extremely heavy, black bear skin cloak.
Su Wan was completely wrapped up inside, not even her hands were showing.
Upon seeing this, Madam Song burst out laughing:
"Oh dear, what's wrong, Madam Qin?"
"Didn't we just say we were going to focus on 'lightness'?"
"Why now...?"
"Wrapping yourself up even more tightly than a hibernating bear?"
"Could it be...?"
"Did you ruin that 'cloud yarn'? Are you too ashamed to show your face?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Lie gave Song Niangzi a cold glance.
That look in his eyes was like looking at a dead person.
He ignored Song Niangzi's mockery, instead lowering his head to look at the little woman in his arms who was secretly pinching his arm, a wicked yet triumphant smile playing on his lips:
"Jiaojiao".
"That old woman said you were dressed too warmly."
"She's blind."
"Her life..."
"And don't try to find out..."
"Underneath this bear skin..."
What kind of stunning beauty is hidden within?
Qin Lie tightened his arms, and through the thick fur, he could almost feel the smooth texture of the thin veil underneath.
That was his private possession.
It's a landscape he sees all by himself.
As for those people outside?
Humph.
Even a single glance would be blasphemous.
Su Wan gritted her teeth in anger while in his arms, but there was nothing she could do.
She could feel Qin Lie's large hand, which was gripping her waist, restlessly rubbing against the edge of the gauze through the fur.
That barbarian!
He wasn't afraid she was cold at all.
he is the one……