Mu Yiran was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, she saw Shi Youxi's gaze fall on her back.
The boy's voice was cold and mocking: "Tessa, is there anything else?"
Mu Yiran: "?"
She turned around and met Tessa's eyes, who was lewdly peeking through the crack in the door.
An arm pressed down from behind, and Shi Youxi pressed down on the doorknob. His tall frame completely covered the woman in front of him, and his half-closed eyes were icy cold.
The instant their eyes met, Tessa's arms broke out in goosebumps. She forced a smile, "No..."
She should have left immediately, but looking at the silent Mu Yiran, Tesa suddenly felt something was wrong. The two people in front of her were also looking down with their heads turned to the side, and she actually felt a strange aura merging together. She even felt that Shi Youxi was protecting Mu Yiran.
Why would she think that?
Did they develop feelings for each other while staging accidents?
Tessa became suspicious and tentatively asked Shi Youxi, "Does Ran meet your requirements, or do I need to find other models?"
Shi Youxi: "Tessa seems to know my orientation very well."
Tessa immediately shut her mouth.
Shi Youxi opened the door wider. "No need to trouble others, you can replace me."
"....."
Mu Yiran heard Tesa say curtly, "I won't disturb you two," and then the rapid clicking of her high heels stopped.
Shi Youxi locked the door, hooked his finger around the woman's, and deliberately whispered, "Sister, she's finally gone."
He even took a deep breath, his tone full of disdain for Tessa, which successfully made Mu Yiran laugh.
Mu Yiran let him pull her along, and the two walked to the workbench in the middle. Mu Yiran pursed her lips and said to the person beside her, "Shi Youxi, there's something I want to tell you—"
Before she could finish speaking, a smooth piece of fabric was shoved into her hand. Mu Yiran glanced at it and saw that it was the dress that Shi Youxi had just been holding, probably one of his designs for this issue.
"Sister, this is for you. Wear it for me." Shi Youxi interrupted her, and seeing her hesitant expression, she pulled down her lips. "Don't you like it? Never mind then, call Tessa back to change the model."
"Change it! Change it! Change it!"
Mu Yiran clicked her tongue and got up to go into a small fitting room next door.
The small door closed, and Shi Youxi's smile vanished in an instant. He slowly picked up the scissors from the workbench, pondered for a few seconds, then raised his hand, his fingertips touching the cold blade...
Summer clothes are easy to change into, but Mu Yiran's mind wasn't on them, and she dawdled for a long time before finally changing.
When Mu Yiran saw Mu Yiran's younger brother being humiliated again, she felt a strong sense of disgust.
A feeling of self-loathing.
I haven't felt this way in a long time. The last time was when Shi Youxi was criticized and talked about because of her, but that was resolved quickly.
But this time it doesn't seem so easy.
what to do……
She suddenly didn't want to be "Mu Yiran" anymore.
Thinking this, without even glancing at what the clothes looked like, Mu Yiran had just stepped out of the fitting room when she felt a chill down her back and shivered. She looked at herself in the standing mirror and saw her bare back.
"this..."
"Do you like it?" In the mirror, Shi Youxi appeared behind her, staring at her back without any attempt to hide it, before finally looking at Mu Yiran in the mirror.
Mu Yiran glanced at the folds of her clothes at her shoulders and waist. The halter neckline went down from her shoulders, and the back opening was not large, just right at her waistline. The fishtail design elongated her waistline, and the embroidered dark gold ripples were faintly visible. Just looking at her lower body, one could imagine seeing a mermaid hidden among the waves, and then disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Putting everything else aside, Mu Yiran couldn't find a single flaw in the design. She originally thought Shi Youxi's talent was only in jewelry, but it was clear that Shi Youxi's abilities were more comprehensive than she had imagined.
"I like it." Mu Yiran nodded in satisfaction, turned around a few times in front of the mirror to look at the curves of her skirt swaying. "You know there's a dance this weekend? Tessa wants me to be your date."
Having admired the dress for a while, Mu Yiran prepared to change it off, but her hands were pressed down by the boy behind her.
"Do not move."
"....."
Mu Yiran had never realized that Shi Youxi's hands were so big that they could wrap around both of her wrists.
The extremely insecure position made Mu Yiran's breath catch in her throat. "What are you doing!"
Shi Youxi pressed the person down in front of the mirror, took a Sutor necklace from the table next to him, and put it around Mu Yiran's neck.
The necklace wrapped around her twice before Mu Yiran noticed the pink diamond pendant in the center of the mother-of-pearl.
Shi Youxi released the pendant, and the teardrop-shaped diamond swayed slightly along the woman's waistline, the charming pink color making the woman's skin appear fair and translucent.
He couldn't resist, hooked the necklace, lowered his head and kissed the sparkling gemstone, then looked up at Mu Yiran in the mirror and said, "Sister is so beautiful."
"..."
Shi Youxi released her hand, and the cool diamond pendant swayed, gently touching her bare skin again and again.
Thinking about how Shi Youxi had just kissed that gemstone, Mu Yiran felt a chill run down her spine.
The gaze from the mirror was still so intense. Mu Yiran had nowhere to retreat or hide, so she could only awkwardly change the subject: "Did you hear what I just told you?"
Shi Youxi tilted her head and replied, "What did you say?"
Mu Yiran breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason, and mocked him in the mirror, "The ball! The ball! The ball on the weekend."
Shi Youxi nodded calmly: "Yes, the ball."
"I took a look, and they invited so many up-and-coming designers! And the editor-in-chief of G magazine too!" Mu Yiran, lost in her own thoughts, chattered on and on, "I wonder if Lacy is in there too..."
Shi Youxi narrowed his eyes. "Who is Lacy?"
Mu Yiran: "He's also a designer, but he doesn't seem to be British."
After all, Lac is a luxury brand in Italy.
Seeing her deep in thought, Shi Youxi felt displeased. "You like him a lot?"
While looking at the invitation, Mu Yiran casually remarked, "Yes, of all the designers, I like his style the most!"
"Oh, Tessa wants me to be your date, I wonder what she really wants..."
"I'm not going."
"..." Mu Yiran paused, then turned to look at him, "What, you're not going?"
Shi Youxi ignored her, turned around and walked to the workbench to start fiddling with things.
Mu Yiran chased after her, "How can you not go? If you don't go, I can't go either! Tesa wants me to go with you."
Shi Youxi was cutting fabric on the mannequin when a head suddenly appeared on the mannequin in front of him. He was about to insert the pin when the mannequin suddenly had a head.
"..."
Mu Yiran moved the mannequin away. "Speak."
Shi Youxi remained silent, unable to use the needles on the pedestal, he pricked himself instead. Mu Yiran watched as he pricked himself into a cactus shape, which only fueled her anger.
"You promised to act, but instead you're catching a traitor? If you don't go, I'll have to put on a one-man show! Tessa will kill me!"
The boy was cornered on the workbench by her. Whatever he grabbed, Mu Yiran would take it away. The two of them went back and forth, moving the tools on the table around until Shi Youxi could no longer get anything. Only then did he reluctantly look at her and ask, "What are we acting out?"
Mu Yiran: "Of course, you need a dance partner at a ball?"
“No.” Shi Youxi pinched her wrist bone. “It’s a ball for others, but not for you, sister. You are the date.”
"....."
“As a dance partner, you only need to dance, but as a female partner,” Shi Youxi tightened his grip, placing her hand on his shoulder, staring into the woman’s flustered eyes, “you have to do more than just dance.”
Mu Yiran's voice trembled, "Then what else do we need... Stay away from me, you're poking me!"
They both knew that the needle couldn't actually be pierced; it only had one end.
She was afraid the needle would prick him, but he wanted her to press against him.
"What else needs to be done..." Shi Youxi pressed down on her shoulder, his hand not very strong, yet it rendered Mu Yiran completely immobile. All that could be heard was his low, hoarse voice murmuring in her ear:
"I need more intimate hugs, more frequent touches, and more natural exchanges of drinks than a dance partner. I need to not only be inseparable from you, but also stick to you like I'm asserting my dominance, telling everyone that you are my partner."
Shi Youxi leaned closer to her and said, word by word, "Even when others are cheering, you have to kiss them."
“This is what a female companion should be like.”
Mu Yiran's pupils twitched, and she subconsciously pulled her hand back to avoid it.
Shi Youxi loosened his grip, looking at her panicked face, precisely catching the fleeting fear in her eyes, he smiled self-deprecatingly:
“This is what Tessa wants to see, the way you are as my companion.”
"Sister, can you do it?"
Is it possible?
Hugs and kisses can no longer be faked.
Instead, it was open, straightforward, and blatant.
Mu Yiran's heart pounded, her reaction was slow, and she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
Shi Youxi sneered with a sour face:
“You can’t do it at all, and you’re not even prepared to do it. You want to go to the ball not to help me. Your sister is only thinking about seeing those designers. Since you can’t perform, you might as well not go.”
Like a spark igniting in the air, her pent-up frustration exploded, "Are you blaming me? Is it because I didn't want to act? It was clearly you—"
"What about me?" Shi Youxi straightened up and stared at her intently, like a hunter eyeing its prey.
"....."
A sliver of reason made Mu Yiran swallow the rest of her sentence.
I can't say.
I can't say it out loud.
Whether it was fear of facing the answer or simply a reluctance to face it, Mu Yiran couldn't tell. She shook her head, somewhat resigned, and said:
"If you're not going, then forget it. I already said I can't act. You can think of another way to arrest people."
Fortunately, she didn't want to see those videos anymore.
Her reaction came suddenly, and Shi Youxi was stunned for a moment. He hooked his arm around her waist and tried to snuggle up to her, but Mu Yiran turned her head away.
"I didn't get a chance to wear these clothes, so here they are." Mu Yiran pushed him away and tried to go to the dressing room, but saw Shi Youxi stagger and clutch his right arm, letting out a soft cry.
"Hmm!"
Mu Yiran was stunned. "What's wrong? Are you trying to scam me? I didn't use any force!"
She took a step closer to observe his movements. "Are you covering the wrong thing? I pushed his left chest, not his right arm."
"...."
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