"Alright... can we go back now...?"
Lixin was on the verge of tears. All she wanted was to go home.
"Hold on, no rush. Let me pick a couple more things first. Qin Fan can carry the bags—we’ve got other places to hit later."
"Hey!" Qin Fan protested.
Cleyna didn’t even turn around. She focused on the shelves ahead, radiating an "I’m buying everything" aura.
Too bad she was Western but poor, not rich. Buying it all wasn’t happening.
Lixin plopped down beside Qin Fan, propping her chin on her hand. She looked utterly hopeless.
"Heh heh heh. Never thought I’d see the day, gorgeous~ Hahaha."
Bored or sensing a flicker of awkwardness, Qin Fan suddenly started teasing her.
Of course, there’d be consequences.
*Thwack!*
Not a slap—just the shopping bag stuffed with her changed-out uniform smacking Qin Fan in the face.
"Shut your stupid mouth! No one thinks you’re mute if you stay quiet!"
Lixin’s reaction was bigger than ever before.
Hmm… Guess today wasn’t the day to tease her, Qin Fan thought.
"Hey, what do you think of this one?"
Cleyna stepped out of the fitting room in a tracksuit.
"Cute."
"Full of energy."
Cleyna nodded, then went back in. She emerged again in a white tee and black shorts.
"How about this set?" she asked.
"Cute."
"Better than the last one."
A while later…
"And this?" Now it was a sleeveless white dress.
"Cute."
"Nice. It suits your vibe, at least looks-wise."
Cleyna noticed Lixin’s half-hearted replies but let it slide—she’d practically worn her out already. She combined Qin Fan’s objective feedback with her own taste and chose the second set… Okay, she bought the dress too.
"Why do you get to wear something so comfy…?"
Outside the clothing store, Lixin muttered under her breath. Cleyna had already changed into her new outfit, looking refreshingly energetic. Lixin felt deeply uneasy.
"Because I want to~"
Perfect. Flawless answer.
"Uh… can I ask why I’m carrying all these bags…?" Qin Fan weakly raised his hand.
"You’re the only guy here. Should I carry them?"
Qin Fan silently lowered his hand. Well, that was today’s sole consolation for Lixin.
Soon, Cleyna spotted her next destination.
"Victoria’s Secret…? What are you planning?"
A flicker of despair crossed Lixin’s face.
"Buying underwear. Duh. Don’t worry, I’ll pick some you’ll love~" Cleyna said matter-of-factly.
"I only like pure white and simple. I already have some—I don’t need new ones." Lixin stood firm. She’d never even entered a lingerie store before; her mom always mailed plain white sets.
"Qin Fan, when you packed Lixin’s luggage, what did you think of her underwear?" Cleyna asked.
It was an embarrassing question, but under Cleyna’s intense pressure and eager to retaliate against Lixin, Qin Fan steeled himself. "Tacky. Seriously old-fashioned."
"What’s my underwear to you?! Those were my mom’s choices—are you calling her taste tacky too?! Qin Fan, I’ll kill you!"
Roaring, Lixin was dragged inside by Cleyna.
Too awkward to follow, Qin Fan sat outside, enduring strange stares from passersby…
"Enough whining. After all these years, you should be used to it. Spit it out—what’s your size? I’ll help you pick."
Cleyna made sense. Lixin knew she couldn’t change back, so she calmed down. But the question stumped her. "I… I don’t know…"
"What?! You still don’t know?" Cleyna gasped. How pure could someone be after seven years?
"B-because my mom always bought and mailed them for me…"
Who knew Lixin was this adorable? Heh heh…
"Then let’s measure you."
Cleyna pushed Lixin toward a sales assistant. "Could you measure my friend’s size? Thanks."
"Sure."
The assistant fetched a soft tape measure from under the counter. But Cleyna had a sudden idea. "Actually, no trouble—we’ll do it ourselves. I’ll return the tape later."
"Heh, okay."
The assistant beamed, handed over the tape, and moved to other customers.
Lixin tried to escape. Impossible. Cleyna dragged her into the fitting room again…
"Take it off yourself, or I’ll rip your new clothes."
"…………"
A minute later, Lixin stood in just her plain white bra…
Cleyna frowned at her shyness. "How can I measure if you don’t strip completely?"
"Do I have to…?" Tears welled in Lixin’s eyes. Why was this happening?
"Ah!"
Cleyna lunged to yank off the bra. Lixin gave in. "Stop! I’ll do it myself!"
She turned away, removed the bra, and covered her chest, refusing to face Cleyna.
Cleyna sighed, pried her hands away, and started measuring.
"Top 86, bottom 74… roughly a 34A…"
She retracted the tape. Seeing Lixin cover up again, she teased, "Seriously? With that tiny size, what’s there to hide?"
"Ugh…" It felt like a double blow.
Cleyna stepped out. "Wait here. I’ll pick a couple for you."
"That tiny size…? S-small is better! Big ones would ruin school life… Plus, small doesn’t get in the way… I can sleep on my stomach… so practical…"
Lixin frantically tried to convince herself. Cleyna returned.
"Try these. No flashy stuff—I promise. Besides, your petite frame only suits simple, cute styles."
She whispered the last part, but Lixin heard it.
"Ugh…" Blow number three.
Lixin examined the options: soft blue, pale pink with a bow, and… white with lace…
Barely acceptable… yeah right.
"No plain white…?"
"Get lost! You’ve got plenty of those—why buy more?" Cleyna tossed the pink one at her. "Start with this. Try every piece. I’m supervising!"
You just want to look!
To avoid Cleyna’s extreme measure—dressing her herself—Lixin had no choice.
"Can… can you turn around?"
"What’s the point of supervising if I turn away? Stop hiding. You’ve got no curves anyway—I’m not interested."
She slapped away Lixin’s shielding arms, blocking her turn, leaving her exposed…
Lixin’s face flushed crimson. "Even… my mom’s never seen this…"
"Less talk. Change faster."
Inside the fitting room, sounds echoed: "This one’s so cute~ Wow, this is adorable too…"
"All set?"
After half an hour outside, Qin Fan finally saw them emerge.
"Yep. Big haul!"
Cleyna looked deeply satisfied. Lixin followed, blank-eyed and pale-faced.
Beneath her clothes, she now wore Cleyna’s final pick: bear-patterned panties for good little girls.
