Xiao Mu and Chuxingyue walked hand in hand into a large clothing store.

“Let’s go to the second floor,” Chuxingyue said. “The better clothes are usually up there.”

Xiao Mu naturally agreed.

Chuxingyue picked out a black fitted outfit first. It was trendy and looked great.

“Hurry up and try it on. Let me see how it looks,” she urged.

Though he found changing clothes troublesome, Xiao Mu obediently complied.

After waiting several minutes outside, Chuxingyue saw Xiao Mu finally emerge from the fitting room.

Her eyes instantly lit up.

Xiao Mu stood at 178 cm tall. The fitted outfit fully revealed his slender figure.

Normally, his plain clothes hid this advantage. His face was clean and acne-free. Combined with his eyes, he now looked genuinely handsome.

“Not bad, not bad! You’re absolutely handsome!” Chuxingyue exclaimed.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Right then, her eyes sparkled with little red hearts.

“I think it’s okay too,” Xiao Mu said, examining himself in the mirror. He glanced left and right. Indeed, he looked much better than before.

“Come on, let’s continue!” Chuxingyue said excitedly.

She kept picking clothes for him. Every time she found one, she made him try it on and observed carefully.

Many outfits looked good on him, so she bought them all.

Xiao Mu’s arms were full of bags. “Sister Xingyue, isn’t this enough?” he said with difficulty.

“Just one last set!” she insisted.

“But… I can’t carry any more,” he protested.

Chuxingyue held up the final outfit. “This one! My taste isn’t bad, right?” she declared proudly.

It was a pure white tracksuit, exquisitely made, seemingly freshly imported.

“It’s nice, but might not suit me,” Xiao Mu said. To him, this was idol-drama material—something for fresh-faced stars. Him wearing it? That’d be a waste.

“Try it and you’ll know,” Chuxingyue said, pushing him into the fitting room.

Xiao Mu had no choice but to change. “Wearing this outside is too embarrassing,” he muttered.

The outfit was undeniably eye-catching.

The moment he stepped out, Chuxingyue rubbed her eyes vigorously.

“Sister Xingyue, what’s wrong?” Xiao Mu asked curiously.

“I thought I was seeing things! This outfit suits you perfectly!” She jumped to his side and tightly hugged his arm.

Xiao Mu was at a loss. He examined himself in the mirror and was stunned.

In it, he looked like the sunny protagonist from a youth novel, radiating warmth. Anyone would feel comfortable seeing him.

Clothes truly make the man. Xiao Mu clicked his tongue in amazement, unable to believe it was him.

“Sister Xingyue, can you let go of my arm?” he said. His attention shifted to where her soft curves pressed against it, distracting his thoughts.

“No! I’m afraid someone will snatch you away!” Chuxingyue said seriously.

Only then did Xiao Mu notice girls stealing glances at him. But with beautiful Chuxingyue beside him, he didn’t care.

“Sister Xingyue, now it’s my turn to pick for you,” Xiao Mu said enthusiastically.

“Of course. Even if you choose something ugly, I’ll wear it.”

“How could that be? I’ll definitely dress you up beautifully!”