"Hm?"
"Where the hell did everyone go...?"
From the changing room, a woman stepped out—long, dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders in loose curls, cheeks flushed like she'd been steaming in a sauna. The store staff instantly went blind, deaf, and holy—because while she walked in solo, she walked out with Wang Xiao right behind her.
What does that tell you?
Absolutely nothing.
They're professionals, okay?
You see nothing. You know nothing. You say nothing.
Wang Xueying was getting damn good at pretending she had dignity. Especially standing next to Wang Xiao, who clearly wanted her to cosplay every costume in the Thousand Seduction Styles catalog. And why stop at helping her pick the dresses? Might as well "test the elasticity" of her body while they're at it, right?
Brother, have you ever heard of something called spiritual love? No? Only body?
