Mu Yiran stopped in her tracks instantly.
"Sister, what are you doing?" Shi Youxi stood in front of her, displeased.
Mu Yiran turned her head to look again, but there was nothing outside the window anymore.
Could I have misread it?
"Sister, if you keep looking, I'm going to tear the wall down." A sudden pain shot through her arm, and Mu Yiran met the boy's gloomy eyes.
"What were you looking at just now?" Shi Youxi asked forcefully.
"Look at the scenery, look at the magnificent mountains and rivers, and the lights of thousands of homes."
Shi Youxi glanced at the empty courtyard outside the window and sneered, "It had better."
After saying that, he loosened his grip, showed her the back of his head in a cool pose, and walked forward with his head down.
At this point, Shi Youxi felt it would be better to lock her in the room, so that Mu Yiran would only look at him and talk to him.
He will do it again next time!
Mu Yiran watched as the person who had taken a few angry steps suddenly stopped straight in the middle of the road, his whole body practically screaming, "Come and coax me!"
This boy truly has 24 different moods in 24 hours.
She won't spoil him! Kids need to be taught a lesson!
Putting the teapot on the cabinet, Mu Yiran walked over and squatted down in front of Shi Youxi. "Let me see what clothes the young master will wear later. Wow, he looks good even without wearing anything!"
Mu Yiran smiled like a doag, took Shi Youxi's hand which was wrapped around hers, and walked towards the room.
This Chinese woman, who has faced countless setbacks throughout her life, is all about being able to bend and stretch.
Half an hour later.
Mu Yiran watched with satisfaction as Shi Youxi came out wearing his thirteenth outfit: a British-style suit jacket and overalls. The boy looked as exquisite as a figurine.
She picked and chose from the hat rack, but couldn't find anything she liked. There weren't many styles available, so it seemed Shi Youxi didn't like these accessories.
"Which outfit does the young master like? Which one will he wear out later?"
Shi Youxi stood stiffly, and when Mu Yiran's hand touched his arm, he involuntarily stiffened, feeling that sharp pain in his skin again, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead.
Mu Yiran took out another shirt and compared it to her own graduation project, wondering why she hadn't thought of adding a children's clothing series.
She glanced at the jewelry cabinet next to her; the brooches and cufflinks inside were all high-end designer collections.
No wonder they can't be found on the market; it turns out they've all been collected by the Shi family. There are also some that Mu Yiran can't identify the brand of, but she can guess that they were made by Bai Shengsheng.
She took out a yellow jewel bow tie from C brand and was about to compare it to the boy's chest when the boy suddenly trembled.
"?"
"What's wrong?" Mu Yiran looked at the boy with a puzzled expression, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of her hand. "Are you hot? You're sweating so much?"
Shi Youxi snapped out of her daze and saw her take out a handkerchief to wipe her face. She tilted her head to avoid her action.
"Don't wear these, wear that one."
Mu Yiran looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a set of clothes hanging on the mannequin: a very ordinary white shirt and trousers.
That's it?
"Then why did you make me find so many sets for you to try?"
This little pervert's twisted sense of humor is the opposite of other perverts; he enjoys being dressed up like a doll by others.
It's a rare and precious species among the perverts.
Shi Youxi took the bow tie from her hand, fastened it herself, tilted her pale face up, and smiled at her, "Because you don't like it, sister?"
Mu Yiran: How did I suddenly get flirted with...?
That's true, but...
She pinched the boy's lips with her index finger and thumb and pulled them down, saying, "It's not worth it for you to go through all this trouble."
I was so tired that I was sweating.
Untying her tie, she looked speechlessly at the red mark on her neck where the boy had poked her. "Besides, what business is it of yours what I like? You're the boss, so you can do whatever you want."
Remembering something, Mu Yiran patted the boy's shoulder in a fawning manner, "If the young master were to give me a bonus, that would be my favorite thing."
Shi Youxi let her move over on him, the words Mu Yiran had said echoing in his mind.
Does he like it himself...?
Ha, does someone like him deserve to have what he likes?
She knew nothing, yet she spoke so easily.
Mu Yiran was having a great time taking advantage of her. With her slender waist and arms, her bone structure was surprisingly good. If she ate properly, she would probably be living in a double-door refrigerator in the future.
As she was touching him, her professional instincts kicked in, and she was estimating Shi Youxi's measurements when the boy slapped her arm away.
"?"
"What is it now?" she asked, looking at Shi Youxi with surprise.
The other person lowered their head, silently turned around, and went into the changing room to change clothes.
Could it be that I offended him by mentioning the bonus?
Who told him to show off his credit card? What's wrong with giving me a small bonus on my first day of work?!
Look at him, he already has the face of a capitalist at such a young age, what will he be like in the future?
Mu Yiran grumbled to herself, then turned her head and saw the shirt and trousers hanging there. The next second, a wicked Nike smile spread across her face.
Little guy, I can't handle you anymore.
Just as she wished, a few minutes later, a boy's muffled voice came from the locker room, "Hey."
Mu Yiran picked at her ear but didn't respond.
The person inside didn't get a response, so they called out again, "Hey, are you there...?"
Mu Yiran shouted at the top of her lungs, "Hey, where are you? The young master is looking for you!"
Even through the thick door, Mu Yiran could feel Shi Youxi's resounding silence.
Mu Yiran was still silently counting how long he could hold on when, after only nine seconds, the boy's voice rang out again.
"Mu Ran".
She paused for a moment before remembering it was the original owner's name.
So what?
So what?
Mu Yiran took off the clothes and leaned against the dressing room door. "Mu what dye?"
Shi Youxi: "..."
"Miss Mu Ran."
"What do you mean, 'sister'?"
"...elder sister."
Mu Yiran laughed smugly, as if she were in control.
"What's wrong, young master?"
"Clothes." He was probably so angry that he didn't want to say another word.
Mu Yiran continued her shameless act, "What clothes? The young master looks good even without them—"
"Then help me take it off, sister." The door was pushed open with a whoosh, and Shi Youxi, wearing the same clothes as before, approached her directly.
Holy crap!
Mu Yiran was forced to retreat repeatedly by him.
It's fun to talk big for a moment, but he's lost his mind and forgot that he didn't go in naked.
"Take it off."
Although the boy was not tall, he actually made Mu Yiran feel a sense of pressure.
As Shi Youxi watched the girl's face flush red, that strange excitement within him returned.
The doll is still not as interesting as her; it can't see this change, but only he himself can see it.
Or maybe we should just lock it up...
Mu Yiran shook her head in refusal, "I was just kidding, hahaha."
"Didn't you say it would look really good?" Shi Youxi pressed on relentlessly. She clearly said she liked it, so why didn't she want it now?
If it were him, he would never let it go and would stop at nothing to achieve the result he wanted.
"Next time, definitely next time!"
Mu Yiran hastily shoved the clothes into his hands, "Oh! I heard the housekeeper urging me, hurry up, you haven't had dinner yet."
Mu Yiran turned and slipped to the side, pretending to be very busy, unfolding and hanging up the clothes she had taken off in front of her.
After she finished tidying up, she closed the wardrobe, and her foot stepped on something hard. She looked down and exclaimed, "Oh my god! My darling, what are you doing here?"
Quickly pick up the yellow sapphire tie and carefully wipe it with a handkerchief from the jewelry cabinet.
She had only seen this tie in photos; the real thing was even more dazzling and suited Shi Youxi's fair skin perfectly. However, judging from the way he wore it just now, he even poked his own skin red.
He felt uncomfortable and didn't like it.
I'd better just stay in the jewelry cabinet.
After she put her things away in the closet, she turned around and saw that the boy had already changed his clothes and come out. She didn't know how long he had been standing there watching her.
Good-looking people look good even in the simplest clothes. Shi Youxi is like a pure white jasmine, both aloof and alluring.
His domineering aura is undeniable. If you said he was a child star about to debut, his mothers and older sisters who would wait for him to grow up would line up from his doorstep all the way to the rest of the country.
Even with such stunning beauty before her, Mu Yiran could still detect a hint of "imperfection".
That's because this dress is just too big!
Even with his shirt tucked into his waistband and the cuffs rolled up, it was still too big, and the pants barely hung on his waist.
He's just a little kid who steals adults' clothes.
Why would someone choose to wear this instead of wearing perfectly tailored clothes that fit them right away?
What kind of strange quirk is this?
Mu Yiran didn't understand, but she was deeply shocked; she really couldn't fathom the twisted mind.
I was going to ask again, but when I saw Shi Youxi take out a safety pin and tighten his waistband with a smooth and effortless motion, I didn't ask.
Knowing too much usually leads to the same fate, according to the rules of the underworld: Neyzute.
So she shut up and prepared to leave the dressing room.
Shi Youxi walked over and held out his hand to her, "Give it to me."
"ah?"
"That tie from just now."
Mu Yiran was taken aback. "Didn't you say you didn't like it?" But she had already taken the item out again.
Shi Youxi took the tie, silently fastened it, and walked out of the dressing room without even looking in the mirror.
Just when Mu Yiran thought he wouldn't answer, she heard the boy's low voice.
"Who said I don't like it?"
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