Chapter 316 Clothes Rack, Inviting Her to Dinner
“Okay.” Leng Yanluo nodded, his gaze falling on An Jing before shifting away.
The sales assistant took the opportunity to step forward.
"Miss An, all the latest styles are here. These shirts were all designed by Sara herself. There's only one of each style available right now. Which style do you and this gentleman prefer? Let me show you around."
Anjing waved her hand quietly: "You guys go ahead with your work, we'll take a look ourselves."
"Okay, please feel free to call me if you need anything." The sales assistant glanced furtively at Leng Yanluo next to her, then went to the side.
Anjing pointed to the row of clothes: "Teacher Luo, you can choose one and see if there's anything you like."
Leng Yanluo walked around the row of clothes, then turned and asked, "Miss An, what style do you like?"
An Jing was taken aback: "Me?"
"Miss An, you come here to buy often, so I'd like to hear your opinion."
"Black, white, and gray are good choices. Most men like these colors because they're clean, neat, and easy to match."
"Most men?" Leng Yanluo frowned and asked, "It seems Miss An has bought clothes for more than one man."
An Jing gave a helpless smile and retorted, "Teacher Luo, I think people in your college shouldn't call you Leng Yanluo (Cold Yama), they should call you Leng Gualuo (Cold Gossip Luo). Do your family members know how gossipy you are?"
"I don't know," Leng Yanluo replied seriously.
Quiet:"……"
Leng Yanluo continued rummaging through the clothes, then suddenly stopped, pointed to a shirt, and said, "This one will do."
Anjing looked at the shirt, paused for a moment, and then her expression became somewhat complicated.
It was a slightly flamboyant dark red shirt.
The lining is black, and the outer layer is a high stand-up collar with two black, misty stripes extending down from both sides of the collar. The sleeves are embroidered with gold thread, and the cuffs are black rolled edges.
Overall, the cut is good, but who in their right mind would wear this? What would they wear it for? To a banquet at a vampire castle...?
Quietly coughing, she stood up: "Teacher Luo, are you sure you want this one? Won't you take another look? Most men wouldn't choose this color."
The thin lips beneath the mask of the cold, ruthless Yama pursed slightly as he countered, "Am I an ordinary man?"
"Alright then." An Jing compromised, turned around and rummaged through the clothes rack a few times, taking out a suit jacket and saying, "This suit can go with your shirt, or... why don't you try it on first?"
Anjing thought it was simple: this dress was so flashy, a teacher would probably regret buying it, and then she would have to accompany him to return it. It would be better to let him try it on first and discourage him from buying it at all.
Leng Yanluo nodded, turned around and asked the sales assistant to take down the shirt, then took the suit that An Jing handed him, and went into the fitting room.
He was trying on clothes inside, while the two sales assistants outside continued to whisper among themselves.
"As expected, wearing a mask means having unusual tastes. The clothes arrived but didn't sell, and I thought they'd end up being stored away."
"So extravagant and ridiculously expensive, rich people aren't stupid, who would want that?"
Shh... Keep your voice down, there's someone you like right here!
Quietly, sitting in a nearby sofa booth, her lips twitched.
Just then, the fitting room door was pushed open.
The man came out wearing a dark red shirt paired with a long velvet suit.
The two sales assistants, who had been chattering away, immediately widened their eyes and fell silent.
I didn't want to turn around for a moment.
How ugly must it be to make people speechless?
"Miss An, could you please take a look? I can't tell if it's suitable or not." Leng Yanluo's slightly hoarse voice rang out from the side ahead.
Anjing had intended to play dead to escape, but after being prompted like this, she had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and turn around.
To her surprise, she was stunned when she turned around.
She never imagined that this man would suit this dress so well!
He was tall with a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and long arms. His suit perfectly accentuated his waist, making him appear even taller and more upright.
The dark red shirt, with its black patterns and gold threads, paired with his gleaming mask, didn't look out of place at all. Instead, it exuded a sinister and eerie aura, making him look a bit like a vampire straight out of a comic book.
"My god, he's so handsome!" The sales assistant next to her couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim.
The sales assistant next to her couldn't help but swallow hard: "So this is how you wear this dress. What misunderstanding did we have before?"
"The point isn't how to dress, it's who's wearing it! Even though I can't see their faces, just looking at their figures makes my legs weak, what am I going to do?"
"No, please! If you go weak, who will help me up?!"
The two sales assistants expressed their shock in turn.
On the sofa, An Jingxin's inner turmoil was no less than that of the other two.
It must be admitted that Leng Yanluo carried this outfit.
She cleared her throat and said to Leng Yanluo, "Teacher Luo, I didn't expect you to be so good at picking things."
Leng Yanluo nodded, his voice cold and clear: "Miss An put together a good match."
Quiet:"?"
It's really not easy to hear a kind word from this man.
She took a deep breath, turned around and handed a card to the sales assistant: "Please wrap up both of these clothes for me."
The sales assistant realized what was happening and quickly ran over to take the card with both hands: "Okay, okay, I'll go wrap it right away."
Before leaving, she whispered to An Jing, "Miss An, you really have good taste in choosing boyfriends."
She gave Anjing a thumbs up.
Quiet:"?"
What kind of boyfriend?!
She instinctively wanted to explain, but Leng Yanluo walked over at that moment: "Miss An, do you have any other plans for later?"
Anjing turned around helplessly: "What, the clothes have already been bought, what else does Teacher Luo want me to arrange?"
Leng Yanluo calmly said, "Miss An, please don't misunderstand. You've gone to so much trouble today, and you even gave me an extra suit jacket. In return, how about I treat you to a meal later?"
If we hadn't mentioned it, Anjing wouldn't have felt hungry yet. It was only after this that she realized it was almost ten o'clock.
She drank heavily last night and came straight to the mall this morning, so her stomach feels a bit empty right now.
But she had no intention of eating with this cold, aloof man. They weren't even that close; buying clothes together was already the limit. If they ate together, they would just stare at each other, speechless. How awkward would that be?
However, considering the other person's feelings, she didn't want to refuse directly, so she said tactfully, "I'm actually not very hungry. If Teacher Luo is hungry, you can go eat first, and we can make another appointment another day..."
"Gurgle~"
Before Anjing could finish speaking, her stomach rumbled.
Leng Yanluo stared at her intently.
Anjing blushed slightly, coughed, and said, "Haha, I didn't realize it before, but after Teacher Luo mentioned it, I suddenly feel a bit hungry. So, I wonder what Teacher Luo likes to eat? I'm half-mixed-race, from Kyoto to Sichuan and Chongqing, and I have a natural stomach for hot pot. I feel uncomfortable if I don't eat hot pot for a day, and I have to eat it first thing in the morning, the super spicy kind. I wonder if Teacher Luo can handle spicy food? If Teacher Luo can't handle spicy food, then maybe..."
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