The only strange thing is that Song Rushuang felt that there was always one person looking at her.

Every time Song Rushuang looked back in surprise, she found that no one was looking at her.

After several rounds of this, Song Rushuang was really aroused by her strong curiosity.

"Xiao Yan, do you feel like others are always watching us?"

"really."

"Is there something dirty on my face?"

Xi Yan shook her head and said helplessly:

"Of course not, it's because you're pretty, sister, otherwise they wouldn't be so attentive."

She acted as if it was a matter of course, which Song Rushuang couldn't ignore.

However, compared with Xi Yan, Song Rushuang's old face was still a little embarrassed.

"Maybe it's just a misunderstanding, it's okay, let's go in quickly."

Xi Yan said to Song Rushuang solemnly:

"Sister, I think, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, why don't we go to the store next door and buy some equipment first?"

equipment?

Before Song Rushuang could raise her eyebrows, Xi Yan had already pulled her to the jewelry store next door.

Half an hour later, two village girls came out of the store shyly.

It was clearly the one who suggested Song Rushuang go into the shop to wash her rouge, but at this moment her cheeks were red:

"Sister, can't we just wear some hats? Do we have to dress like this?"

It is really a bit melancholy to wash off the rouge.

"What's the matter? Isn't this skirt pretty?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Yan looked at the large floral dress she was wearing and fell into deep thought.

She always felt that the pattern on the skirt looked familiar.