Hilveld carefully smoothed Fang Hong's collar, her hand resting on his neckline, fingers like pointed bamboo shoots. She stepped back a little, looking at him with appreciation. She slightly pursed her lips, her gemstone-like eyes seemingly covered with a layer of light:
"This is much better now."
Fang Hong awkwardly lifted his chin, allowing Hilveld to fiddle with him back and forth. He watched as she selected this black velvet coat with silver embroidery from a pile of clothes.
Although he couldn't really tell what made it better, everything seemed almost the same to him. But since Miss Ship's Officer was willing, he just quietly stayed still, letting her handle it.
He thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Hilveld, I think Tangtang might have some misunderstanding about you..."
Hilveld just smiled slightly upon hearing this, and whispered to him, "It's okay, I don't mind."
Then she tiptoed and lightly planted a kiss on his lips.
