Pampered By All In Different Planes

Ji Xiaoyuan paid the money and then went to the ready-to-wear clothing store.

Watching his retreating figure, the vendors started to chat.

"If I could marry him, even if it meant living in a grand mansion and riding in a large carriage, I would be willing!" The young girl buying a flower hairpin almost drooled, her eyes nearly glued to him, her tone filled with fantasies.

"If you really married a man like that, you'd desire to be both immortal and dead at night! Unfortunately, I can no longer bear children, if I could, I probably wouldn't need my monthly supplies anymore."

"Look at what you're imagining, so beautiful." The men sounded sour, but Ji Xiaoyuan's stature was too outstanding, and they couldn't think of any flaws, only muttering resentfully in a low voice, "He's just a hunter, doesn't earn much money, no family background, a poor single man."

"I think you're just jealous," a woman pointed out sharply, "With his qualities, even without money, I'd pay out of my own pocket to marry him and live a blissful life better than immortals, experiencing the feeling of never wanting to leave the bed every day."

A young girl blushed and didn't continue the conversation.

Ji Xiaoyuan entered the ready-to-wear clothing store and touched the fabric of the dresses the shop owner recommended, feeling something was amiss.

"Is there any clothing with better material?" he asked, frowning.

"Dear customer, these are already the best clothes available. The shop truly doesn't have anything better," the waiter looked up at Ji Xiaoyuan, then glanced at his plain clothing, unable to resist muttering internally, why would a man dressed in such ordinary fabric want to buy high-quality women's clothing?

It seemed he genuinely cared for his wife, the waiter concluded.

Ji Xiaoyuan pulled out a goose-yellow floral dress from inside. Compared to the others, this dress might not be pretty, but the fabric felt softer, "I'll take this one."

After speaking, he pulled out some silver.

The waiter hurriedly agreed, "Alright, just a moment, I'll wrap it up."

An hour later...

Ji Xiaoyuan walked home with one hand carrying the new clothes and the other holding a bag of meat buns.

As evening approached, the light in the courtyard dimmed.

He pushed open the door to the outer room and placed the items on the table.

Thinking Su Zhiruan might still be asleep, Ji Xiaoyuan prepared to go in to take a look and bring the dress in as well.

So, holding the wrapped dress, he gently pushed open the door of the inner room.

"Creak—"

A sound followed, and the door opened.

Su Zhiruan was already awake by then, having turned around when she heard his footsteps.

"You're back?"

"Yes," he approached her, placing the clothes beside her, "Your clothes are torn, change into this one."

Su Zhiruan propped herself up on her elbows and opened the cloth bag.

Inside was a full set of clothes, the top piece a goose-yellow floral dress.

She continued rummaging through it.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaoyuan suddenly blushed behind his ears. He coughed lightly and turned away, "I'll start cooking the porridge."

After he left, Su Zhiruan saw that there were also a bellyband and underpants inside.

It was indeed a complete set of clothes, Ji Xiaoyuan was quite considerate.

Su Zhiruan raised her hand attempting to untie her own clothes' ribbons.

She had been wearing a light-pink Princess dress during her journey, and after falling down the mountain, the outer garment was already torn beyond recognition, and she was now wearing the undergarment.

She tentatively lifted the ribbon, then gently unfastened it, revealing her fair skin.

The clothes were easy to take off, but hard to put on. She hung the bellyband around her neck, but couldn't reach behind to tie the strings.

The slender silk ribbons hung down by her side, but when she tried to reach for them, without any support, her legs unable to move, she would soon collapse again.

At this moment, she heard footsteps from the outer room.

Thus, Su Zhiruan called out for help.

"Ji Xiaoyuan..."

Her voice was soft and tender, like a tiny kitten extending its soft paws scratching lightly with no strength, but heart-melting.

The man outside paused his footsteps, first responding with a soft "Hmm."

Realizing what was happening, Ji Xiaoyuan stood up and walked to the doorway, "What's wrong?"

"Help me, please, I... am having some difficulty," Su Zhiruan tried again, finding she really couldn't exert any strength, "I can't tie the straps..."

"Alright, I'll help you." Ji Xiaoyuan's eyes darkened, seemingly anxious about the scene he was about to encounter, and he was actually a bit nervous.

The thought made Ji Xiaoyuan chuckle.

He never imagined that one day, King Yanluo, who didn't blink an eye while killing people on the battlefield, would be stalled by such a thing and feel nervous about it.