However, I never dared to look at her, because she was always changing clothes, and her face looked a little numb.
Mu Qingyu changed one outfit after another, and when she finally came out wearing a bright red dress that only reached above her knees and golden high-heeled shoes, the sales lady exclaimed: "I didn't expect it.
This lady looks so good in this dress! It’s like it was tailor-made just for you!”
The sales lady's exclamation also woke up Leng Yunlin who was waiting on the side. He raised his head slightly, but when his eyes met her fiery red figure, he was slightly in a trance. His slender body sunk into the sofa was also faintly shaken.
The corners of her soft lips opened slightly, and her whole person seemed to be caught in a strange emotion...
He seemed to be subconsciously trying to hide it. He lowered his head slightly, coughed twice, and touched his chin, as if to hide the panic that was rising on his face.
However, after a few seconds, he raised his head again, and his calm eyes met her clear eyes. The tenderness that flashed in his eyes could almost make people melt...
Mu Qingyu's skin color was white, and the bright red color made her snowy skin look like the bright sunset. Combined with the slightly dim light, it looked like a beautiful scene at dusk.
And bright red is the color that belongs to Ji Leyan and Luo Qingxue. Those two women who have left a strong mark on his life are both flamboyant and passionate, but at the same time reserved and noble.
Elegant, only the most eye-catching red can perfectly set off their temperament.
The posture Mu Qingyu showed at this moment obviously coincided with the one in his mind.
Although their appearances are not very similar, they all have the same clear eyes, unyielding momentum, and bright and eye-catching vitality. They are simply carved from the same mold...
Ji Leyan was considered his distant first love. Although it caused him pain for a while, it did not occupy his entire heart.
Luo Qingxue was like a meteor, sliding across his sky. When he wanted to catch it, she had already fallen away.
But what Mu Qingyu has more in her body is freshness, vitality, perseverance in facing setbacks, and endless vitality for improvement. Compared to Luo Qingxue, her figure is slightly plumper, and her dress is stuck tightly on her body.
It wrapped around her plump softness and slender waist, like a budding flower, exuding an alluring fragrance.
The red on her body was both flamboyant and subtle, both warm and clear. It filled his cold pupils, as if his entire face was dyed a dazzling bright red.
"Yunlin, what do you think?" Mu Qingyu asked as he walked up to Leng Yunlin with a new look.
"Ah? Well." When he raised his head, he met her clear eyes. Like two clear springs, he could clearly see his own shadow in her pupils.
Leng Yunlin woke up, seemed to take a deep breath, and quickly calmed down. Before the sales lady next to her could help her arrange her clothes, she stood up first, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and removed the wrinkles on her long skirt.
Mo Sing: "There are also high heels and handbags, all for her to wear."
When everything was over, he nodded with satisfaction and said lightly: "Charge it to my account."