Shen Zhiyi was wearing a lavender silk shirt, a dark brown silk tie, and a black hip skirt.
Long hair tied up.
㱗Tie your hair into a low ponytail at the back of your head.
Looks mature and charming.
Although it was a conservative outfit, the black corset and vest made her already slender waist look even slimmer.
Two extreme ups and downs.
Just like the most enchanting poem, it allows people to read the most graceful and elegant melody from the rhythm of the first and last parts.
It arouses people's imagination and makes them linger.
Qi Yuran thought, fortunately he was wearing sunglasses and a mask at the moment.
Otherwise, his eyes and expression would surely reveal his most unbearable imagination and possession of her.
That would freak her out.
"Oh, yes!" Shen Zhiyi looked at his sunglasses and suddenly said, "I also prepared glasses."
She pushed the chair away and stood up.
He went around to the cabinet at the back of the room and searched for something.
Qi Yuran's breathing almost stopped as he watched her swaying figure as she walked.
When I come back again.
She had a pair of glasses in her hand.
Shen Zhiyi sat back in the chair, coughed lightly, and slowly put on his frameless glasses.
She crossed her arms over her chest, as if getting into character, and leaned lazily back in her chair.
She looked at him coldly with a sidelong glance through extremely narrow frameless glasses.
"Do you like this feeling?"
"Um?"
Qi Yuran's rabbit ears couldn't help but move.
"Mother..."
He was breathing heavily, perhaps because he had been suffocating under the mask for too long, but he felt a little breathless.
"You've gone a little too far." His voice was hoarse than ever before.
All I could think about was tearing out the network cable.
Crawl to her side.
"Really?" Shen Zhiyi curled the corners of his lips slightly, slowly sat up from the chair, and leaned his elbows on the table.
He looked at the screen with a faint smile.
He is wearing rabbit ears, and he is both well-behaved and wild.
Like a beast waiting to be tamed.
"I thought you chose this outfit because you liked the feeling of being taught a lesson."
Qi Yuran: ...
The tips of his ears suddenly turned red.
"That's not what I meant..."
He lowered his eyes behind his sunglasses, not daring to bear her gaze.
Those smiling, calm eyes.
Like the deepest lake.
Just one glance and you will be sucked into the endless vortex, unable to escape.
He had developed a deep infatuation with her.
An irreversible obsession.
"What about you?" He coughed lightly and asked, "What kind of feeling do you like?"
"Have you ever thought about what type of partner you will be in the future?"
“Hmm…” Shen Zhiyi held his chin with one hand and thought, “There are no special requirements.”
“You don’t have to be too tall, too handsome, or too rich.”
"As long as I like it."
"Then..." Qi Yuran asked tentatively, "How high is high?"
"How handsome is handsome?"
"How rich is rich?"
Shen Zhiyi: …
She really followed his words and thought about it seriously.
"Above 176 is fine."
“176?!” Qi Yuran was devastated.
"Then...if it's 187, wouldn't that be a bit too tall? Milk mom wouldn't like it?"
Shen Zhiyi couldn't help laughing.
I inexplicably wanted to tease him.
"You're so tall?"
"That's it."
"With this height, kissing or hugging would be very tiring. Not many girls would be able to accept it, right?"
"Maybe I can't find a girlfriend."
Qi Yuran's tall body drooped dejectedly, even his rabbit ears fell down.
If you are too short, you can use a height-increasing cushion.
It’s too high, you can’t ask him to knock bones, right?
He became completely gray.
"What about the money?"
She had seen the balance on one of his cards.
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