Then the designers had a heated discussion about the video, asking their colleagues who worked on menswear if there was really such a thing.
The topic inevitably veered off course in the end.
From whether to put it on the left or right, to discussing size, it's easy to say that the lipstick guy certainly doesn't need to consider this issue, but the elephant nose is another story.
Thinking back to that video now, I was suddenly puzzled—should I also ask Su Shenglin if he had this particular custom?
However, I only dared to think about it; I would never actually ask it aloud, otherwise I would become a female hooligan.
"The trousers are fine, but the waistband needs some adjustment. The crotch, length, and hem are all just right," I said, standing up after squatting down to check the trousers.
Su Shenglin lowered his head, and as I stood up, our eyes met.
As it turned out, he looked away even faster than I did, a hint of unease flashed across his handsome face, and his ears seemed to turn red.
I became suspicious—what's going on?
Was he thinking something inappropriate while looking down at me when I bent down?
"This one's fine, go change to the next one." I didn't have the courage to ask him what was wrong, so I turned and walked away.
"Hmm." Su Shenglin responded softly, as if deliberately lowering his voice, and then turned and went back to the fitting room.
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I noticed he was walking very fast, as if he was running away from something.
This time, he lingered in the fitting room for more than ten minutes, which was noticeably more "dragging his feet" than when he changed into his first outfit.
My thoughts were in a jumble, and I didn't think much about it.
When I realized he was taking a while, I thought there was something wrong with the clothes, so I went over to ask, "Are you done? Is it not suitable?"
His response came from the fitting room: "No, it's fine now."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
My eyes lit up again.
The previous black outfit was cool and composed, while this dark blue one is elegant and mysterious, exuding a strong British gentlemanly style.
"This set is made of cashmere, which has a thicker texture and is more suitable for winter." I continued to help him adjust the clothes, checking whether some details were appropriate, while explaining the advantages of the fabric and the style to him.
He barely spoke throughout, only occasionally nodding in response.
Even when I squatted down to talk to him, he kept his eyes straight ahead, serious, and didn't look down at me.
I was vaguely puzzled—what's going on?
We were doing just fine a moment ago, having a pleasant conversation.
Why did you suddenly become so aloof and distant?
Since that's the case, I can't keep rambling on, so I can only shut up and speed up my actions.
"Alright, you've tried on both outfits, and I've made a note of them. You can change back into your own clothes now," I said, turning and walking away.
Su Shenglin went in to change his clothes and came out quickly.
"Would you like some more tea?" I asked with a smile out of politeness, but I thought to myself that since he had suddenly become cold towards me, he probably wouldn't stay for tea.
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