"You really think I'm praising you."
Ren Nana was speechless and took her into a clothing store.
He looked her up and down at her clothes and said with disdain, "You came out shopping with me, and look at what you are wearing. You are really lowering my class."
Song Qingdai looked down at what she was wearing: "Is there anything wrong with what I'm wearing?"
The light-colored dress reached her ankles, and she wore a pair of not-so-high high heels, revealing a small part of her ankle that was slender, white and beautiful.
A pearl waist chain is worn around the waist, which perfectly modifies the slender waist.
"That's a big problem. You dress so conservatively, like a nun."
Ren Nana pulled her in and picked out a very brightly colored short skirt in the store.
"You should try this. Now that you are in the provincial capital, you have to keep up with the fashion. Look at the girls on the posters, each one is more fashionable than the other. When we dress, we should be bolder and try every different style!"
Ren Nana has lived in a honey pot since she was a child.
What I know and learn is different from Song Qingdai's.
Especially when it comes to views on beauty and fashion, the two are not on the same channel.
Song Qingdai only cares about what she wears and what she looks good in, while Ren Nana has to pay attention to both fashion and beauty.
"Excuse me, do you have a toilet here? I have a stomachache!"
Ren Nana suddenly had a stomachache, so she asked the salesperson where the toilet was. She left Song Qingdai alone in the store and went to take care of her life.
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"Miss, the fitting room is here, you can go in and change your clothes. It's very safe here, don't worry."
Song Qingdai held the skirt in her hand and tried it on herself. It seemed that the length was just enough to cover her thighs.
But when Song Qingdai put it on, she realized that it was actually a backless deep V miniskirt!
"Miss, this dress suits your temperament very well. You have such a great figure. This dress seems to be tailor-made for you!"
Song Qingdai: "..."
She felt that the salesperson was talking nonsense in order to sell the dress.
She just glanced at the price on the tag. This skirt alone would cost more than two hundred yuan.
The price is expensive, but she still feels
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