He glared at Qi Yuran secretly.
Qi Jiu stared at her palm and frowned, "It is a little red."
"Did you stay up late and spend all your money last night?"
"Hmm..." Shen Zhiyi felt guilty and looked towards the store not far away. "Hey, the clothes in that store seem pretty good. Let's go shopping."
She hurried forward.
Qi Jiu pulled her back and said, "That's a men's clothing store. Let's go there last."
"Just buy the brat a couple of sets from now on."
"Let's go to that one first." She pointed to another women's clothing store. "Their boss has a lot of new dresses. Come on, take a look. I'll take you to try them on."
Qi Yuran also agreed with both hands.
Shen Zhiyi had no choice but to follow them.
"What style of clothes do you like? I can recommend it to you." The clerk came forward enthusiastically.
Qi 㫇jiu helped Shen Zhiyi choose two skirts.
A light purple polka-dot halter dress with a fishtail hem and a hollow back, with only a few straps.
It is charming with a touch of retro style and very feminine.
The other one is a relatively conservative red dress with an umbrella-shaped skirt and thick fabric.
But the zipper of the skirt was located right in the middle of the chest.
It's somewhat thought-provoking.
Shen Zhiyi was not very happy and refused with a blush on her face, "Neither of these two is my style..."
"Oh! Try it!" Qi Meijiu said excitedly, "It's rare to see you wearing this kind of clothes."
"I was stunned by the tea dress she wore last time."
"You should try more colorful skirts like this. They really flatter your skin and figure! Don't wear gray all day."
"I did that to make it easier for my work." Shen Zhiyi laughed.
"So when you're not acting up, try more of these pretty little skirts~" Qi Yujiu smiled and pushed her into the fitting room, "Yibao has such a slim figure, she'll definitely look incredibly hot in these!"
“I’ll try two too!”
Qi Jiujiu also selected two or three skirts for herself and turned to go into the fitting room next door.
Shen Zhiyi changed into a halterneck dress.
But she found that the straps on her back seemed to be tangled together, and she couldn't untie them even after trying for a long time.
And because they were tangled together, they couldn't be taken off.
Shen Zhiyi was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.
"Ajiu, are you there?" She knocked gently on the cubicle door.
Qi Jiujiu did not respond.
Shen Zhiyi had no choice but to open the fitting room door a little and look out to ask the clerk for help, "Excuse me... is anyone here?"
"Can you help me untie this belt?"
The clerk was about to come over when he was stopped by Qi Yuran.
"Let me do it."
The clerk thought they were a couple, so he didn't take it seriously and continued to serve the customers.
Qi Yuran slipped into the fitting room under Shen Zhiyi's shocked gaze.
With a flick of the finger, the lock is quickly locked.
Shen Zhiyi was squeezed into a corner by him and stared at him.
"What are you doing here?"
The small fitting room seemed even more crowded because of his tall stature.
He approached her, blocked her against the wall mirror, held her waist, and whispered: "Sister, don't you want to help?"
Shen Zhiyi had no choice but to turn around, lift her hair to the front of her body, and expose her entire back to him.
"Can you help me check if the belt is tangled?"
"Help me untie it."
Qi Yuran lowered his eyes and took a look, his breathing held.
What was exposed before her eyes was a snow-white naked back, which shone with a satin-like luster under the light.
Under the slender and stretched butterfly bones, there are several tangled purple straps scattered around, trembling with each breath.
Further down, the waist is gathered into the folds of the fabric, forming an excellent waist-to-hip ratio, and then with the hem of the skirt, it spreads out a graceful arc, which even a saint would find difficult to control.
Qi Yuran's eyes suddenly dimmed.
He reached out, undoing the few straps that were in the way, and slipped his fingertips into the fabric to grip her waist.
He pulled her from front to back and held her in his arms.
"Qi Yuran...what are you doing!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed softly, holding the clothes in front of her that were about to fall apart with both hands, her shoulders and collarbones flushed with shame.
I turned around and glared at him, "Why did you untie the one around my neck?"
Qi Yuran placed his lips on her shoulder, his breath heavy.
"elder sister……"
"You're not allowed to wear this outside."
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