Chapter 214 Not Even Letting Hubby Watch Me Dance

The hotel room curtains were drawn tight, with only a small bedside lamp casting a warm yellow glow.

A faint scent of body wash lingered in the air.

When Lu Er came out after his shower, Song Jingmo was already sitting propped up on the bed, holding a golden bell and examining it carefully in the light.

Hearing him move, he looked up, his gaze falling on him.

Lu Er was wrapped in just a bath towel, his hair still wet, water droplets running down his neck into the hollow of his collarbone.

“Come here.”

Song Jingmo beckoned.

Lu Er walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

He naturally took the towel and helped dry him hair, his movements gentle and meticulous.

Lu Er closed his eyes in comfort, lazily resting his head on his lap.

“Er Er, I have a little gift for you…”

Lu Er immediately perked up. “What is it? Why are you hiding it? Show me quickly!”

Song Jingmo’s expression was complicated. “It’s a piece of clothing.”

Ten minutes later, Lu Er sat cross-legged on the bed, a golden bell strapped around his ankle, watching with a mix of emotions as Song Jingmo rummaged through the suitcase for the outfit.

“When did you order this?”

“The day I saw the behind-the-scenes footage.”

Lu Er turned around, eyes wide. “So you planned this all along? You want me to wear this to dance…?”

“Yes,” Song Jingmo admitted calmly. “I really, really want to see it.”

“But this… this can even be called clothing?”

Lu Er was speechless, shaking out the outfit—a few straps and a tiny piece of fabric barely covering anything.

Water-red in color, made of satin, it resembled the costume she wore on set.

But the design… well, it was bold, to say the least.

Song Jingmo remained expressionless. “It’s a modified version.”

“Modified to just a few straps? That’s called modification?”

Lu Er glared at him. “What’s the difference between wearing this and wearing nothing?”

“There’s a difference.”

His expression serious, Song Jingmo said, “It looks… better when you wear it.”

Though he didn’t finish his sentence, his gaze gave everything away.

Lu Er looked at the outfit on the bed, his ears slowly turning red.

He tossed it back. “I can dance, but I’m not wearing this.”

“What’s wrong with the outfit?”

Song Jingmo picked up the top and compared it to his body. “The size should fit.”

“It’s not the size.”

Lu Er panicked. “This outfit… is too revealing!”

He raised an eyebrow. “You wore it on set without any problem, didn’t you?”

“That was for filming. And that costume wasn’t like this…”

Lu Er couldn’t continue.

Song Jingmo leaned closer, looking pitiful. “Er Er, have you lost interest? Not even letting your hubby watch you dance…”

Lu Er’s heart raced from the proximity, and he turned his face away. “No… there’s no music…”

“You can play it on your phone.”

“No atmosphere.”

“Dim the lights.”

“I…”

Words failed her.

Seeing him flustered, Song Jingmo’s eyes flickered with amusement.

He reached into the suitcase again and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a fluffy white tail—soft and cute.

Lu Er was dumbfounded, his voice pitch-shifting. “Wh-what is this?”

“A bunny tail,” he said seriously. “Fluffy, isn’t it cute?”

“Song Jingmo!”

Lu Er jumped off the bed. “Where did you even get these?”

“Online shopping.”

He picked up the tail, weighing it in his hand. “The reviews said it’s soft.”

“I don’t want it!”

Lu Er was adamant. “Not in a million years!”

“Oh.”

Song Jingmo looked a little disappointed. “If you won’t wear it, then just dance with the bell.”

Seeing his crushed expression, Lu Er bit his lip, and finally took the outfit.

Song Jingmo’s face lit up instantly. “My wife is the best! I knew my wife loves me the most.”

Lu Er: Is it too late to back out now?

He slowly changed into the costume.

It fit perfectly—better than the set costume.

The top hugged his waist just right, showing a sliver of fair skin without being too revealing.

The pants were snug, making his legs look long and straight.

Song Jingmo took the longest string of bells, the golden chain shimmering under the light.

With deft fingers, he fastened it around his waist.

Lu Er shivered as the bells touched his skin.

“Song… Jingmo…”

He wanted to say more, but he had already fastened the clasp.

The bells hung at his waist, swaying slightly with his breathing, giving off a faint jingling sound.

“All set.”

Song Jingmo stepped back, eyes deep in the dim light. “Dance.”

Lu Er bit his lip.

He didn’t really not want to dance—it was just embarrassing.

Dancing on set was work, a performance.

Here, in a hotel room with just the two of them, wearing this outfit with bells… it was something entirely different.

“Music…”

Song Jingmo picked up his phone and tapped a few times.

The Jiangnan melody played again, exactly like on set.

Lu Er’s waist swayed with the music, slow and soft, exuding a lazy charm.

The bells jingled with each movement, clear in the quiet room.

Song Jingmo leaned against the wall, watching quietly.

His gaze traveled from his eyes, to his lips, to his neck, and finally rested on his exposed waist.

Fair, toned, the bells leaving faint red marks that shimmered with each movement.

Lu Er danced with full focus.

He spun, back to Song Jingmo, his waist swaying, the bells jingling more intensely.

The water-red fabric lifted with the motion, revealing a small hollow of his waist—two deep dimples rising and falling with his breath, quickly hidden again by the fabric.

Midway through the music, he spun to face Song Jingmo directly.

Focused, burning, with unmasked desire.

His gaze felt tangible, leaving a scorching sensation on his skin.

Song Jingmo’s Adam’s apple moved.

Lu Er saw it.

A mischievous curve formed on his lips, and he moved slower, softer, his waist swaying as if without bones.

Then Song Jingmo stepped forward.

From behind, he wrapped his arms around his waist.

His hands were warm.

Lu Er shivered as he touched his skin.

Next second, he lifted him horizontally into his arms.

“Eh~”

Lu Er exclaimed, the bells jingling wildly.

“Excellent dancing.”

He placed him on the bed, leaning down, his voice husky. “But that’s enough.”

“I haven’t finished…”

Lu Er protested softly.

“The rest,” Song Jingmo kissed his collarbone, “we’ll dance another day.”