vstars Chapter 535 Goosebumps from Being Stared At by a Man
Chapter 535 Goosebumps from Being Stared At by a Man
Despite his inner grumbling, Ye Fan maintained impeccable politeness and extended his hand to shake hands with him.
However, Stephen's aggressive, scanner-like gaze remained fixed on Ye Fan's face and body lines from beginning to end.
That look not only contained professional scrutiny, but also an undisguised amazement, infatuation... and even a touch of allure.
Ye Fan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, his mind racing: Holy crap! That look... could this guy be...?!
"Mr. Ye, this way please."
Stephen swayed his slender, willow-like waist, speaking in an almost aria-like tone, as he elegantly picked up a measuring tape:
"In order to create a piece that fits you perfectly like a second skin, I need to personally and precisely capture every subtle curve and turn of your body." His voice trailed off with a lingering tone.
Several interns in black uniforms, looking tense and focused, immediately stepped forward, like assistants in a delicate operation, to help Stephen begin taking measurements.
My God!!!
When the measuring tape was wrapped around Ye Fan's head, shoulder width, and arm length, Stephen couldn't help but exclaim in an extremely exaggerated tone, "Mr. Ye! Your head-to-body ratio is simply a textbook example of the golden ratio!"
The measuring tape slid across her legs: "These legs...the lines...and this unparalleled bone structure...it's simply a masterpiece of extreme favoritism from the Creator!"
Ye Fan spread his arms wide, like an ancient Greek statue, letting the cold measuring tape move over his body.
With each movement, the outline of his full and elastic pectoral muscles and the clearly defined abdominal muscles were faintly visible beneath his seemingly ordinary white T-shirt, revealing a strong masculine explosiveness and sculpted look.
Stephen's gaze swept across Ye Fan's chest like a probe, his fingertips suddenly stopping in mid-air, trembling slightly: "Oh! Mon Dieu!"
He gasped, his voice rising with excitement:
"Mr. Ye! Your muscles...the density! The shape! The texture, as hard and full of life as granite! It's simply...it's even more perfect than the marble statues in the Parthenon! Is this really something a human can train?"
His tone was filled with incredible fervor and obsession.
Although he was being praised, the sticky, saccharine tone that Stephen used, like a pervert appraising a work of art, sent chills down Ye Fan's spine.
He couldn't help but glance to his side and behind him—he saw Chen Wanyu trying to shrink behind a tall display case, her fair little hand tightly covering her mouth, her shoulders trembling violently as she tried to suppress her laughter, and her face flushed red.
Looking at her husband's "deadly" charm that appeals to both men and women, young and old, and even top designers, Chen Wanyu felt a surge of intense pride mixed with a touch of helpless bitterness.
Especially when she followed Stephen's gaze and carefully examined Ye Fan's body again, her heart skipped a beat.
Last night, in that intense "battle" that almost knocked her soul out of her body, she was already exhausted and confused, with no time to savor or appreciate it. She only felt that it was a scorching volcano full of oppression, capable of completely melting and devouring her.
Only now, under the bright lights, did she realize that Ye Fan's physique seemed even more lean and defined than when they last met, with every muscle seemingly containing explosive power and exuding an almost ferocious masculine tension.
Her gaze involuntarily followed the clear V-line downwards, and when it landed on a certain part that was strikingly defined and full of presence even through clothing, Chen Wanyu felt her legs go weak and instinctively clenched them tightly together.
In that instant, the extreme trembling that had made her scream, go limp, and surge through her body like an electric current last night seemed to come rushing back in!
The deep-seated, bone-chilling backache and weakness seemed to have worsened even further.
She bit her bright red lower lip, letting out a bittersweet wail from within: Devastatingly beautiful, with a figure that defies both gods and men, and her fighting prowess is inhuman...
This man is going to kill her! She's going to die!
......
When the interns finally put away their measuring tapes and respectfully stepped back, Ye Fan breathed a barely audible sigh of relief, finally free from their piercingly obsessive gaze.
Although deep down he had an instinctive, almost physiological aversion to Stephen's "seductive" to the point of being flamboyant and his affected "artistic tone".
However, when Stephen instantly suppressed all his jovial and exaggerated manner, and solemnly and attentively presented him with several thick and exquisite personal design catalogs that were comparable to works of art, along with boxes of top-quality fabric samples, Ye Fan had to admit a fact—
The world's top geniuses are often accompanied by some eccentricities that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Stephen's ability to firmly hold the position of one of Fendi's exclusive global designers is truly due to his impeccable top-notch aesthetic sense and design skills.
A surprising contrast emerged.
Stephen himself dressed as flamboyantly as a peacock spreading its tail feathers, but the designs he presented to Ye Fan went to another extreme.
Most of those manuscript designs are centered around a high-end casual sportswear style, subtly navigating between luxury and comfort and street fashion.
Each piece embodies the art of "subtraction," abandoning all superfluous and overbearing logos. It relies solely on exquisite silhouettes, precise lines, and subtle details that encapsulate the brand's soul to create an unparalleled understated aura.
That understated yet sophisticated style perfectly captured Ye Fan's aesthetic preferences.
Ye Fan thought to himself: So all these top artists have a "schizophrenia" attribute? He dresses like a walking color palette, but designs the pinnacle of minimalism for his clients?
However, he was too lazy to investigate further.
What does a designer's sexual orientation or personal style have to do with him?
He came here only to spend money to buy works that satisfied him.
The solution before us is amazing enough, and that's enough.
"Make them all custom-made for me, using the style and texture of these sets." Ye Fan's voice was calm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Once you've set your sights on something, you won't hesitate.
Considering the deepening autumn chill in Nanjing, he pre-ordered over a dozen sets of personal clothing suitable for the autumn and winter seasons.
From textured trench coats and sharply tailored jackets to comfortable and luxurious turtleneck cashmere sweaters and stylish casual trousers, they have it all.