Prince's Substitute Bride Is A Double-face novel Chapter 64

"Your special pet clothes. Your clothes are dirty. Go and change them."

"What?" It never occurred to Emily that this freak would specially asked the tailor to customize the pet clothes for her.

She opened the box and saw a cute cat costume in front of her. It was a pure white pleated dress, with a white tail at the back, and a huge pink bowknot around the waist, and a kitten hair band with two ears on it.

The whole dress looked like a snow-white noble and pure kitten, and the cloth felt soft and cute.

James was very satisfied with the dress. He hoped that it would make her much lovely.

"James, are you sure you want me to wear these?" Emily had never challenged such a style before.

"Yes, of course. To be my kitten, you must wear these clothes.

Go and change them."

"No, I don't want to wear these." Emily really didn't have the courage to wear them.

"If you don't want to wear them, I don't mind. I'll help you myself." With a snicker, James approached her step by step.

This was the room of James. At this time, Murphy was still waiting outside. Even if anything happened inside, Murphy couldn't come in.

At this moment, Emily was like a meat on a chopping block, being slaughtered by him.

"Shameless! All right, all right. You go out first. I'll change them later." Emily had to compromise.

"What if I don't? You are my fiancee. What can't I see?" James continued to make fun of her.

"You know I'm just your fiancee. Don't think you can do anything you want. Get out, or I won't change them." Emily said firmly.

With an evil smile on his lips, James said, "Ha ha, I was just kidding. Look at you. You are scared." Then he put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the room slowly.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief and covered her heart. She didn't expect that James would make fun of her. He always did what he said, which scared her to death.

Five minutes later, Emily walked out of his room awkwardly in the cat dress.

'Wow, how could this dress be so short? My white thighs are exposed outside, and I can't pull it longer. It's so dangerous, especially when I wander in front of this lecher. '

"Get your hands off it. No matter how hard you pull it, it can't be longer." James could see through her intention at a glance.

"Who said I was pulling the dress? Am I so conservative?" Said Emily stubbornly.

Well, it didn't matter. She was lucky enough to escape from the piano. She couldn't ask too much now.

"That's right. It would be funny if the Lady of the An Family can't even wear a miniskirt."

James looked at her up and down with a smile. He was really satisfied with this dress. At this moment, she was his real pet.

"Come here and massage my shoulders."

"Well, do you really see me as a servant?" Emily looked at him in astonishment.

"My pet need to do everything, including massage. Cut the crap. Are you coming or not?" Every time James talked to her, he would waste a lot of energy.

"I'm coming. I'm not afraid of you. Come on, let me show you my style of massage. " Emily was good at massage.

In the past, daddy and mommy always had backache in rainy days. At this time, she could be the considerate daughter at home and massage them.

But today, she decided to let this boy have a good try of her unique massage, making sure that he would be extremely happy.

"Which part of your shoulders?" Emily had already stood behind him and was about to give him a massage.

"All the parts. It's up to you." Leaning against the sofa lazily, with a magazine in his hand, James read it leisurely while enjoying the exclusive service of Emily.

She clenched her soft little hands into fists and gently punched him on the back.

"Don't use your scalded hand. It will hurt." All of a sudden, it occurred to James that her hand was still injured. He couldn't let the pain get worse.

"It's okay. I can handle you with one hand." Emily praised herself and massaged his slim back with one hand.

"Let me show you my skills."

One hand was enough to show all her skills.

"I don't believe that I can't scratch you to death." Emily scratched his back, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. She tried every means, but James was still reading the magazine in his hand quietly.

'What? It turns out that my massage is so comfortable. Isn't he afraid of itch?' Emily thought to herself.