"Yeah." Bo Zhanye didn't have any requirements for the style of clothes.
He hummed softly: "Get a brand new, unopened set."
"Okay." Lan Xixi went to the store clerk and got a set of new models.
Seeing the men's black pants on the shelf nearby, I thought that it rained yesterday and the pair on his body must have gotten wet and dried. His mysophobia would definitely not be able to bear it.
"Get another pair of black pants."
She blushed and pointed to a certain item.
The clerk asked in a friendly manner: "Okay, ma'am, what size do you want?"
Lan Xixi's face turned even redder.
How could she know what size Bo Zhan wore at night?
"Well...according to the size of the suit, you should probably get one."
The clerk smiled and said, "You've been dating your boyfriend for a while now, right? Your boyfriend's height and figure look great.
You need to know more about the size later so that you can buy things easily in the future.”
Lan Xixi shook her head.
"not him......"
Before he finished explaining, Bo Zhanye came over: "What are you talking about? It's not healed yet?"
Lan Xixi was embarrassed and was about to speak when the clerk said first:
"Sir, let me tell you that your girlfriend is very kind to you. She chooses a suit for you and black pants for you. I asked her to know your size more clearly."
Lan Xixi: "..."
Bo Zhanye glanced deeply at the pants on the shelf beside him, and a twinge flashed across his eyes.
Then, with unusually deep and handsome eyes, he looked at Lan Xixi, who was blushing, lowered his head to her ear, and said:
"Large size, two plus."
‘Boom!’ A muffled thunder exploded above Lan Xixi’s head.
He, he, he... He didn't even explain that she wasn't his girlfriend. He even told him the size!
Telling a woman the size of her underwear is too intimate and ambiguous!
She blushed and stepped away, pulling on the suit and the pants handed over by the clerk:
"Do you want to change?"
After saying that, he quickly walked towards the fitting room.
Bo Zhanye looked at her sound of running away like a deer, slightly curled his lips, took a step, and walked over.
Standing in the fitting room, he took off his clothes gracefully but with some difficulty.
Actually, he washed and dried his underwear last night, but...
Looking at the new pair in front of him, he thought that Lan Xixi had chosen it himself, so he put it on.
It's okay to put on pants, you can do it with one hand.
When it was time to put on his shirt, he subconsciously let out a pained sigh as the wound was involved.
Lan Xixi was standing outside. She heard the sound and frowned:
"What's wrong? Do you want my help?"
"Yeah." There was a response from inside.
Lan Xixi quickly opened the curtain and walked in without even thinking about it.
What stood before his eyes was the man's red and muscular chest.
She had to admit that not only did he have an amazing face, but he also had an impeccable figure.
Pooh!
What are you thinking about?
He is a wounded man now! A wounded man!
"Don't move, I'll help you put it on." Lan Xixi quickly put away her thoughts, raised her hand to hold the shirt, and gently put it on for him.
Then, stand in front of him and button his buttons carefully:
"Don't wear a tie today, and leave one button open to give the wound some room to breathe."
Bo Zhanye hummed softly.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the serious, attentive and ingenious little woman, who looked like his little wife, and her heart was extremely tender and soft.
He raised his arms and hugged her slim waist, pressing her against the wall behind her.
He lowered his head and kissed me again.
He always had uncontrollable emotions about her and wanted to kiss her at any time.
"Don't!!!" Lan Xixi raised her hand to block it, her eyes full of resistance and nervousness.
Bo Zhanye frowned, looked at her, and said softly in confusion: