"Then you will be obedient," Leng Jianan said with a sneer, as if he was taking advantage of his opponent.
Ke'er had no choice but to follow him to try on underwear
At her age, she should wear those beautiful bras instead of vest-style aunty underwear. But these underwear are so high-end, how can she be able to wear them at such a young age?
When the salesperson was helping her adjust her underwear, she looked at her with a strange and ambiguous look.
My brother probably wouldn’t accompany his sister to buy underwear... Girls nowadays...
Ke'er felt that the salesperson was thinking about her so much, so she randomly tried on a few sets of underwear and then walked away with a blushing face.
Leng Jianan grabbed her wrist and went up the escalator: "Why are you running? It's not like I didn't pay."
Ke'er remained silent and lowered her head. At Leng Jianan's request, she had already changed out of her aunt-style bra.
Leng Jianan's eyes penetrated through her collar, and his eyes were a little ambiguous.
Ke'er understood and was so embarrassed that he held up all the bags to cover his chest.
Leng Jianan then laughed: "What are you blocking? Is there anything I haven't seen before?"
Ke'er wants to dig a hole in the ground and escape
He picked out a few more pairs of shoes for her, both casual and high-heeled shoes, but her arms were so tired.
But Leng Jianan had no intention of helping her carry the bag.
"Do your hair," he said.
"No" Ke'er firmly refused, showing no sign of negotiation.
Leng Jianan's face immediately became ugly and he stared at her
Ke'er quickly said: "I mean, I had my hair done and the change was too obvious. I don't want my brother to see that something is wrong."
Leng Jianan seemed to be moved by the pleading in her eyes, and said lightly: "Eat"
Ke'er carried bags of all sizes and followed the landlord like a hard worker to the Western restaurant on the top floor of the commercial building for dinner.
Ke'er frowned secretly. She couldn't use those knives and forks. She flipped through the menu, pointed at the spaghetti and said, "I'll eat this."
You can use chopsticks for this
"Give her this," Leng Jianan pointed to a piece of veal steak and said to the waiter with a certainty that could not be refuted.
Ke'er put down the recipe in front of him in frustration. No one had any autonomy.
"Who are you showing your face to?" Leng Jianan folded his hands and looked at her indifferently.
Ke'er didn't look at him, lowered his head and played with the napkin with his fingers: "Don't dare"
"Come here," he ordered habitually.
Ke'er was startled for a moment. She was already sitting next to him. Where else could she go?
"Stretch your hand over" Leng Jianan's face turned cold.