The two of them searched for supplies in each of the shops along the street.
Chi Xia is now penniless and finds everything appealing. After finding a clothing store's warehouse, she couldn't wait to stay inside and never come out.
She rummaged through the items, occasionally picking one up and holding it up against herself: "Ache, what do you think of this one? Does it look good on me?"
Han Junche stood guard at the door, glanced at it, and said, "Okay."
"And this one?"
"Can."
What about this one?
"Can."
Yes, yes, yes...
Chi Xia narrowed her eyes, picked up a piece of men's clothing and held it up against herself: "How about this one? Does it fit you well?"
Han Junche glanced outside and said, "Okay, that's fine."
Oh!
Chi Xia tossed the clothes she was holding onto Han Junche and said, "Let's go!"
Han Junche was bewildered by her abandonment and looked at the clothes scattered all over the floor: "Why don't you want them again?"
Chi Xia glared at him: "Because it's not pretty!"
Han Junche: "..."
Chi Xia took two steps, then turned back: "I'm angry, and I can't be coaxed!"
Han Junche lifted his eyelids slightly and said indifferently, "Oh."
Chi Xia jumped up and down: "What do you mean by 'oh'?"
Han Junche looked at her and said, "I never intended to coax her in the first place."
Chi Xia: "..."
Fine, you're the boss, you call the shots.
Chi Xia said weakly, "Don't you really have any will to live at all?"
Hearing this, Han Junche gave her a strange look: "Aren't you mistaken about something?"
"Huh?" Chi Xia asked blankly, "What is it?"
"Have we made up? Have I forgiven you?" Han Junche looked at her, his clear voice uttering a soul-searching question: "So, who is it that needs the will to survive now?"
Chi Xia froze: "Yes, yes, yes, it's me."
Han Junche nodded, quite satisfied with her answer: "Not bad, your mind is still clear."
Chi Xia looked a little aggrieved, lowered her head and kicked the dust on the ground with her toes: "I just... I just wanted to take advantage of the time when you were coaxing me to ask you to wear matching outfits. I've wanted to wear matching outfits with you before, but you always thought it was too flashy and refused."
Seeing her slightly aggrieved look, Han Junche's deep black eyes flickered slightly, and after a long while, he said seemingly unintentionally, "Now it's the end of the world, there's nowhere for you to flaunt your wealth."
Upon hearing this, Chi Xia's eyes lit up immediately. She ran back to the warehouse, rummaged through the warehouse, and pulled out two satisfactory couple outfits.
She handed the men's clothing to Han Junche: "Here, take this. I'll go inside and change. You change here."
Han Junche glanced at her, silently reached out and took it, his brows furrowing slightly: "Change now?"
Chi Xia's eyes sparkled, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, you should change quickly."
Abs, oh abs, pecs, oh pecs, slurp~~~
Swallowing saliva.
Perhaps because the sound of swallowing was too loud, Han Junche raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at Chi Xia's expectant expression.
He put the gun aside, and under Chi Xia's expectant gaze, his long, slender fingers gently grasped the hem of his T-shirt, slowly, little by little, raising it upwards...
Ahhhhh, she saw the V-line!
Ahhhhh, she saw his lower abs!
Ahhhhh, she saw her clean and beautiful round belly button!
Ahhhhh, huh?
That's it?!
Han Junche slowly put down the rolled-up clothes, looked at Chi Xia staring at him with wide eyes and a accusing expression, and said with a slight upturn of his thin lips: "I think we can take turns going inside to change."
After saying that, he took the clothes and walked inside. As he passed her, he suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Wipe your drool."
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