"Don’t worry, Soldier Sister, I definitely won’t lie to you this ti," Wang Dadong said with a chuckle.
"Don’t laugh!"
"Alright, Soldier Sister."
"Don’t call Soldier Sister!" Thorn was so frustrated she wanted to solve Wang Dadong right then and there. This guy, even as a hostage, could still act all jokey.
With that, Thorn pressed her dagger against Wang Dadong’s waist and followed him to Zemalia’s room.
"Weren’t you supposed to take out? Why are we here?" Thorn frowned.
Wang Dadong replied irritably, "Of course, it’s to change clothes. You go out dressed like that, and I guarantee you won’t even make it to the door before the guards shoot you."
Thorn thought about it. Her clothes were indeed tattered, practically like a slave’s outfit, so she pushed Wang Dadong into the room.
Zemalia used to live here, so it had clothes she once wore.
While finding clothes for Thorn, Wang Dadong said, "Soldier Sister, you really don’t need to be so wary. As skilled as you are, do you think I could really run away?"
"Hurry up and find them, save the chatter!" Thorn stood at the door, occasionally glancing outside with a serious expression.
"Alright, alright." After five or six minutes, Wang Dadong finally brought a dress to Thorn.
When Thorn saw the dress in Wang Dadong’s hand, her expression changed imdiately. She frowned, "This one won’t do, find another!"
Wang Dadong looked at the black strap dress in his hand and muttered to himself, "Why not? I think it matches your temperant quite well."
"No, it’s too short!" Thorn’s brows furrowed tightly.
It turns out Zemalia had always favored a sexy style, with most of her clothes being revealing and alluring.
The dress Wang Dadong held was an ultra-short black strap dress.
How short was it? Let’s just say, without safety shorts, a minor mishap could lead to an accidental exposure.
And the straps weren’t really straps but a rope that tied around the neck, leaving almost half the back exposed.
To Thorn, it was simply lingerie!
"Alright, then." Wang Dadong shrugged, tossed the dress aside, and continued searching in the wardrobe.
"Will this one do?" A few minutes later, Wang Dadong pulled out another dress.
Though this dress had a slit, it was long enough. Only when walking might one thigh be exposed, but Thorn could accept this degree.
However, looking further up, Thorn was speechless.
The top of the dress...
The front was fine, but from the sides... it was the kind where you could see half the bust...
"This one won’t work either, another one!" This dress scread the type worn by flirtatious won. Forcing her to wear it was worse than killing her.
Wang Dadong continued looking for dresses.
However, each one he found was either revealing here or there.
Not a single one Thorn could accept.
"Don’t you have any normal clothes here at all?" Thorn asked in exasperation.
Wang Dadong was also frustrated and grumbled, "I found the most normal ones. If you’re not satisfied, find them yourself!"
"Fine, I’ll do it myself!" Thorn squinted, certain Wang Dadong was doing this on purpose. She couldn’t believe a woman wouldn’t have at least one normal dress.
She made Wang Dadong step back to the corner, ensuring he remained in her sight, then slowly approached the wardrobe.
Thorn kept a watchful eye on Wang Dadong while searching for clothes.
To her dismay, there really wasn’t anything she considered normal in the wardrobe.
Compared to what Wang Dadong had taken out, these were indeed relatively normal...
Because while the ones he found only resembled lingerie, the rest were indeed lingerie!
Thorn felt overwheld; how provocative could a woman be?
With normal clothes resembling lingerie, slightly unusual ones were unmistakably lingerie.
"See? Soldier Sister, I wasn’t lying, was I?" Wang Dadong said with an innocent look.
He had ntioned he was picking out normal clothes.
Thorn looked at the dresses she’d thrown everywhere, realizing she had no choice but to pick one from them tonight.
To escape from here, to avenge, to recover the Huaxia treasure, she had to endure!
Ultimately, Thorn chose a black dress.
This dress was already the most conservative.
Though short, it at least didn’t reveal the entire thigh, nor was it the kind that exposed half the bust.
However, just below the neckline in the center was a vertical slit.
This slit just happened to display the woman’s alluring cleavage.
Thorn sighed helplessly, showing cleavage was better than exposing more, right?
But then ca another problem; she couldn’t change in front of Wang Dadong, could she?
Yet, she couldn’t let Wang Dadong get away either.
Suddenly, Thorn glanced at the wardrobe, now thoroughly disorganized, and coldly told Wang Dadong, "You, get into the wardrobe!"
"I’m not going!" Wang Dadong shook his head vigorously.
"If you don’t, I’ll kill you right now."
"Ugh, fine, I’ll go..." Wang Dadong reluctantly entered the wardrobe, closing the door behind him.
Seeing Wang Dadong obediently enter, Thorn finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down her dagger, and started changing clothes.
"Making get in the wardrobe, you’d be better off getting in yourself." Inside the wardrobe, Wang Dadong observed the delightful view outside through the door crack, swallowing his saliva while murmuring.
Through the crack, he could see the outside clearly.
"Co out." Thorn finally finished changing and signaled Wang Dadong to co out, feeling rather clever.
Otherwise, she would have had to change in front of a man, and a man she wished she could kill at that.
"Soldier Sister, if I guess right, you must have great aspirations," Wang Dadong suddenly said, looking at Thorn, who had changed into the dress, with a nonsensical comnt.
"How do you know if I have aspirations?" Thorn pouted.
"As they say, a bosom with a mole is one with great ambitions." (Note: "胸有大志" (having great ambitions) is a wordplay with "胸有大痣" (having a big mole on the chest)).
At first, Thorn didn’t think much of it, but then she seed to realize, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Wang Dadong.
Because she did have a big mole on her chest.
She looked at the wardrobe and saw that even when closed, there was still a gap.
Through that gap, one could indeed see outside.
This ant her entire changing process was seen by this scoundrel!
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