Shen Zhiyi was wearing a light purple silk shirt, a matching silk tie, and a black pencil skirt.
Her long hair was tied up.
Tie your hair into a low ponytail at the back of your head.
She appears mature and charming.
Despite being a conservative outfit, the black corset and waistcoat accentuated her already slender waist, making it appear even thinner.
Two extreme undulations.
Like the most enchanting poem, it allows one to read the most exquisite and subtle nuances in the tonal patterns at the beginning and end.
It evokes a wealth of thoughts and captivates the senses.
Qi Yuran thought to herself that it was fortunate she was wearing sunglasses and a mask at the moment.
Otherwise, his eyes and expression would surely reveal his most unsavory fantasies and possessiveness towards her.
That would terrify her.
"Oh right!" Shen Zhiyi looked at his sunglasses and suddenly said, "I also prepared glasses."
She pushed back the chair and stood up.
He went around to the cabinet at the back of the room and rummaged through it.
Qi Yuran watched her swaying figure as she walked, and his breath almost stopped.
When I came back.
She now had a pair of glasses in her hand.
Shen Zhiyi sat back in her chair, coughed lightly, and slowly put on her frameless glasses.
She crossed her arms and, as if getting into character, leaned back lazily in her chair.
She looked at him coldly through her extremely narrow frameless glasses with a slight glance.
"Do you like this feeling?"
"Um?"
Qi Yuran's rabbit ears couldn't help but twitch.
"Milk Mom..."
He was breathing heavily, perhaps because he had been wearing the mask for too long and felt a little breathless.
"You've gone a bit too far." His voice was hoarse like never before.
All I could think about was tearing the network cable.
Climb over to her side.
"Is that so?" Shen Zhiyi's lips curled slightly as she slowly sat up from her chair, resting her elbows on the table.
She gazed at him on the screen with a gentle smile.
Wearing rabbit ears, he is both docile and wild.
Like beasts waiting to be tamed.
"I thought you chose this outfit because you enjoy being lectured."
Qi Yuran: ...
His ear tips suddenly turned red.
"I didn't mean that..."
He lowered his eyes behind his sunglasses, unable to withstand her scrutiny.
Those smiling, serene eyes.
It's like the deepest, most secluded lake.
Just one glance and you'll be sucked into an endless vortex, never to escape.
He had already fallen deeply in love with her.
An infatuation that cannot be reversed.
"And what about you?" He coughed lightly and asked, "What kind of feeling do you like?"
Have you ever thought about what type of person your future partner will be?
"Hmm..." Shen Zhiyi rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment, "I don't think there are any special requirements."
"He doesn't need to be too tall, too handsome, or too rich."
"As long as I like it, that's fine with me."
"Then..." Qi Yuran tentatively asked, "How high is considered high?"
"How handsome is considered handsome?"
"How much money is considered rich?"
Shen Zhiyi: ...
She actually listened to him and thought about it seriously.
"Any height above 176 is fine."
"176?!" Qi Yuran felt like the sky had fallen.
"Well... if it's 187cm, wouldn't that be a bit too tall? Milk Mom wouldn't like it?"
Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but chuckle.
For some reason, I felt like teasing him.
"You're so tall!"
"That's it."
"At that height, kissing or hugging would be exhausting, and not many girls would be able to accept it, right?"
"I probably won't be able to find a girlfriend."
Qi Yuran's tall body slumped down dejectedly, even his rabbit ears drooped.
If you're too short, you can use height-increasing insoles.
If it's too high, we can't exactly ask him to have his bones knocked out, can we?
He looked completely ashen.
"What about money?"
She had seen the balance on one of his cards.
It was said to meet the adoption criteria for kittens.
I don't know... if he meets her standards for a boyfriend.
Qi Yuran suddenly became anxious again.
She doesn't like people who are too rich.
Yet he bought her so many clothes and jewelry; the dress she's wearing right now alone costs over five figures.
How could he be so stupid as to block his own path in advance?
But……
He just couldn't help wanting to spoil her.
I want to buy her things, spend money, and give her all the best things in the world.
otherwise.
What is the significance of racing?
What's the point of making money?
What is the meaning of life?
Qi Yuran swallowed nervously, waiting for her verdict.
“The balance on that bank card you showed me last time already exceeds my standard for being rich,” Shen Zhiyi said.
Qi Yuran's mind went blank.
It was like the most terrifying lightning striking his nerves.
That way...
Even if you have money?
He has several cards... and the balance on each one is several times that of the first one.
It’s over…
My sister didn't like him in real life, and she didn't like him online either!
He was glad that he had shown her the card with the smallest amount.
Otherwise, the road ahead will be even bleaker.
"So... how handsome is considered handsome?"
He closed his eyes.
It felt like a dark, gray cloud was spreading before my eyes.
Shen Zhi noticed that he never showed his face and assumed that he was insecure about his appearance.
She comforted him, saying, "Actually, I can accept a shrimp-type guy too."
"I'm not picky."
Qi Yuran: ………………
Shrimp-type man?
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