As if someone had accidentally activated the wall-mounted thermostat, Lu Shizhen felt that the temperature in the changing room was inexplicably a few degrees higher than before.
She stood there, clutching the dress in her hand, her cheeks slowly growing hot.
For a moment, neither going forward nor staying put seemed right.
It was like a program that had gotten stuck, frozen in place.
After a few seconds of lag, Lu Shizhen realized that Xu Shiyue might have mistaken her for a returning shop assistant, so she quickly pried open her dry lips and reminded her, "That... is me, Lu Shizhen."
Unexpectedly, Xu Shiyue's voice came out once again in a very calm tone: "I know."
The white curtain almost completely filled the mirror, casting a white veil over Xu Shiyue's vision.
She couldn't see the gap behind her clearly, but she knew for sure that the person standing outside was Lu Shizhen.
It's a very magical feeling.
The huge changing room was so quiet that you could hear everything, yet it was also so quiet that you couldn't hear anything at all.
Xu Shiyue stood in front of the mirror, holding up her dress that was about to fall off. The carpet swallowed up all the sounds of her heels hitting the ground.
A gentle breeze drifted through the drawn curtains into the space, settling on the girl's shoulders, neck, and wrists.
It was as if a plant had suddenly sprouted a flower bud, which unfolded and bloomed in her palm.
Xu Shiyue smelled the scent of roses amidst the mixed fragrances.
In fact, Xu Shiyue couldn't understand how she judged that someone had arrived, and that the person was Lu Shizhen.
But she was absolutely certain that it was Lu Shizhen; she had arrived.
Seemingly because she realized she wasn't alone, Xu Shiyue suddenly felt a little more at ease in this unfamiliar environment.
But she seemed to have forgotten that not long ago, this person was someone she was more wary of than the unfamiliar environment itself.
Seeing that no one outside had made a move, Xu Shiyue added, "This dress is a bit too big for me. The shop assistant went to contact the designer and will be back in a while."
Hearing Xu Shiyue's explanation, Lu Shizhen's wildly beating heart finally calmed down.
She placed the dress she was holding on the sofa and slowly walked to the curtain: "Then I'll come in."
"Mm," Xu Shiyue replied.
The white curtain swayed slightly in the mirror, and the scene that had just been partially obscured now entered Lu Shizhen's vision with unparalleled clarity.
To support such a fullness, the tulle skirt would have to be quite heavy. As a result, the skirt, which should have been neatly fitted against the girl's back, was pulled down a bit, exposing her back to the air, just like when Lu Shizhen first saw it from the outside.
Several days have passed since Lu Shizhen last applied medicine to Xu Shiyue, and the red mark that was originally on one side of her skin has faded away.
Those jade-like shoulder blades stretched out their contours, lying dormant on the girl's smooth and flat back like a pair of wings.
As Lu Shizhen stared at Xu Shiyue's back, her breathing became lighter.
The not-so-smooth drawstring lay across her palm, tightening the fabric to slowly conceal Lu Shizhen's silhouette from view, making a soft rubbing sound.
As the fabric returned to its original position, Lu Shizhen's gaze fell on Xu Shiyue's neck.
Her long, loose hair was neatly and simply tied up by the shop assistant, and her spine protruded slightly on her neck, drawing a swan-like curve with the light.
Lu Shizhen felt that the main god must have put a lot of effort into creating Xu Shiyue's body, otherwise how could he have constructed such an extraordinary body and soul?
Lu Shizhen carefully adjusted the drawstring at the back of her head, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw herself in the mirror.
There's also Xu Shiyue, who's almost touching her in the mirror world.
The light fell evenly on the huge mirror in front of me, enveloping the entire world in pure white.
Lu Shizhen held the drawstring in her hand and suddenly had a feeling she couldn't quite describe.
She was so far away from Xu Shiyue, yet so close to her.
The person she once thought existed only in her fantasy world is now within reach.
Lu Shizhen's gaze slowly...
40; It fell from the mirror and landed on Xu Shiyue's skirt.
And her waist was wrapped in silk gauze.
Thump, thump...
"Da da da da".
The sound of high heels approached the dressing room from afar, as if stepping on Lu Shizhen's heart, which was already racing.
She snapped out of her daze and deftly tied the drawstring behind Xu Shiyue's back.
"Ms. Xu, we've already contacted the designer." The sales assistant said, pulling back the curtain, but unexpectedly, Lu Shizhen was also there. "Ms. Lu..."
"I tightened the drawstring for her," Lu Shizhen explained, then stepped out of the not-so-small space.
Their steps were hurried, somewhat disorganized.
The waiting process was always a bit boring. Cheng Meiyan had already helped Lu Shien try on clothes and was now sitting on the sofa waiting for Xu Shiyue and Lu Shizhen.
Yuanzi was taken from the bodyguard by Cheng Meiyan and lay on the sofa enjoying her beautiful mother's caresses.
Lu Shi'en was getting a little bored while waiting, so he turned around and wanted to go over and tease Yuanzi.
Unexpectedly, Yuanzi ignored her and just hung her head, letting Cheng Meiyan rub her.
After Yuanzi ignored his teasing attempts several times, Lu Shien frowned.
The little girl turned away angrily, as if she wasn't going to play with Yuanzi anymore, and muttered awkwardly in a low voice, "Why is your little dog like this? You're just as annoying as your owner."
But even after she finished speaking, Yuanzi still ignored Lu Shien.
The little girl glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw the dog wagging its tail and leaning against Cheng Meiyan's leg, taking advantage of the situation.
"snort."
I got even angrier.
Lu Shien childishly withdrew his gaze, and then saw Lu Shizhen and Xu Shiyue walk out of the dressing room.
Lu Shizhen didn't try on the clothes; Cheng Meiyan still put together a black suit for her, which was probably the most out of place with the style of a formal dress.
But she stood right next to Xu Shiyue and walked out with her. They were about the same height and both showed their faces openly without any attempt to hide them. The black and white of their faces blended together, giving the impression that they were a perfect match.
As Lu Shi'en watched, his brows slowly furrowed, a realization dawning on him.
Then, she immediately rejected her terrible idea, as if to ruin the overly harmonious scene, and stood up to insert herself between Lu Shizhen and Xu Shiyue.
"Sister, look, this is the dress Mom picked out for me. Does it look good?" Lu Shi'en showed her dress to Lu Shizhen, then picked up a few other dresses that Lu Shizhen had placed aside. "Sister, do you think this pink one is prettier, or this red one? Or should I try this white one?"
This was Lu Shizhen's second encounter with Lu Shien. She knew she should be as close to her as the original owner of this body, and even show her favoritism.
However, since they were not related by blood in spirit or body, she felt very unfamiliar with this little girl and even felt somewhat at a loss.
However, Lu Shizhen remembered that Xu Shiyue had suspected her of changing too much a few days ago and that she might have a mental breakdown. Now she absolutely could not let a second person suspect her, so she forced herself to say, "I think they all look good. Xiao En is pretty, so she looks good in anything."
However, such praise failed to please Lu Shi'en. She loosened her grip on Lu Shizhen's arm a little, feeling somewhat willful, dissatisfied, and a little disappointed and aggrieved: "Perfunctory! In the past, my sister would always pick out dresses for me herself."
Lu Shizhen paused for a moment, as if she understood why Lu Shien was clinging to her and even had inappropriate thoughts about her.
The original owner was a perverted person with a pursuit of art. Xu Shiyue was someone she wanted to collect dolls, as was the exquisitely beautiful Lu Shien.
She dressed her up, doted on her, and seemed to shower her with all her kindness.
And the little girl, misled in this way, developed feelings of "admiration".
What a pervert! What a scumbag!
Lu Shizhen couldn't help but grit her teeth, just as she heard Lu Shien call out again, "Sister, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Shizhen quickly snapped out of her daze and calmly replied, "I was thinking that dress suits you better."
Then she decisively chose to stand with Sung Mi-yeon: "I think the pink dress you're wearing right now is very nice, this color suits you very well."
Upon hearing this, Lu Shi'en immediately took Lu Shizhen's arm again and leaned closer, her voice slightly naive and playful as she said with a smile, "Then this one will do."
"I'll listen to my sister!"
Lu Shizhen rarely engages in such overly intimate behavior with others, even those of the same sex.
Her body stiffened for a moment, as always, and maintaining her persona and smiling was the only thing she could do.
Just then, a beam of light shone through the door not far away, and the store manager, along with several employees, pushed the door open and walked back in.
Lu Shizhen saw one of the people holding a black satin dress and, as if seeing a savior, asked, "Is this the one Mom gave me?"
The store manager nodded: "Yes, Miss Lu. This is a dress that Madam prepared for you. Would you like to try it on now?"
“Okay.” Lu Shizhen nodded without hesitation, casually pulling her arm out of Lu Shien’s arms and hugging the shop assistant, not intending for her to hold the dress herself at all.
Watching Lu Shizhen follow the shop assistant to the dressing room, the shop manager brought another suit to Cheng Meiyan: "Madam, we have already obtained your size."
Cheng Meiyan didn't rush to change her clothes. She walked over and touched the fabric of her clothes, saying, "Let me take a look."
The VIP lounge, which had been unusually quiet just moments before, suddenly came alive, except for Xu Shiyue, who was sitting on the sofa.
As soon as Xu Shiyue sat down, Yuanzi turned around and lay down on Xu Shiyue's lap.
The short, platinum-gold fur shimmered like satin in the light, overlapping with the girl's pure white skirt.
Xu Shiyue sat on the sofa, her posture never relaxing. Her slender, white fingers slowly traced over Yuanzi's body, exuding a natural and serene composure amidst the movement.
It's really beautiful.
Lu Shien's eyes trembled slightly, then he pressed them down.
She didn't like this feeling, or perhaps she felt somewhat resentful and uneasy.
The little girl lifted her skirt and sat back down in her original spot, as if talking to herself and showing off, or perhaps childishly implying: "My older sister has picked out almost all my dresses since I was little."
"My sister loves me the most, and no one can replace her."
Xu Shiyue paused her finger on Yuanzi's body for a moment, then turned to look at Lu Shi'en.
Those slightly gray eyes were covered in pure black in the dim environment, and as they slowly lifted up, their shimmering light was full of disdain.
She pursed her lips slightly and then relaxed, her cool voice full of calm: "The drawstring on my back was just tied by your sister."
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