"I think you don't mind your friends knowing your height, right?" the witch selling dolls said. She stretched out her hand with a smile and added, "Qi Mei is at your service."
Having said that, of course I can't help but don't mind... Jiang Han peeked at Cen Jing beside him. This beautiful witch seemed to have heard nothing and looked at them with a smile.
If you mind at this time, your emotional intelligence is too low. I suggest you read "Emotional Intelligence", one of the four famous books by the brother of the ti2 world champion team...
She nodded obediently, stood up, and let Qi Mei work on herself with the somewhat weird measuring tool.
Qi Mei is not very tall, but she is at least half a head taller than Jiang Han. When she gets close, she has a very light scent of rosin.
The other person's fingers brushed against his ear, and Jiang Han noticed that there were very light traces of herbal medicine on the other person's fingers. It was gray with a little green traces, and had a faint herbal smell.
Herbs, rosin... Well, the combination of these things is a bit strange... She thought to herself that after studying for a period of time, she no longer looked like the novice in mysticism she had been when she first traveled through time. Herbs and rosin were always on hand.
Witch ritual props are also often used to make baths.
She remembered taking a bath because the book said 'pleasures that even adult witches can enjoy', which sounded a bit fun.
Suddenly, there was a light in front of her, and Miss Qi Mei had already taken two steps away.
She saw Qi Mei staring at her with a little pity in her eyes.
Ah, what, what happened? Jiang Han had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Qi Mei covered her mouth, turned away, and said with a smile:
"145 centimeters."
...145? I, you, ah, um, 145? Jiang Han could not describe the grief, grief and anger in his heart, and even the aggrieved emotions that made him almost cry.
The good news is that it is now 1994, and there are still relatively few witches who are 1.8 meters tall. There are even fewer witches with a height of about 2 meters like Cheng Yu. It is not like the heights getting higher and higher 10 years later.
Bad news, since there are no men in the Witches, but the height is generally measured by men, so 145m is really very short.
Jiang Han suffered a serious setback in his life. He hugged his knees and sat on the couch with an expressionless face.
Haha... Let's talk... She sighed and even stared at Cen Jing angrily. Although she understood that buying clothes was unavoidable, it did not prevent her from losing her temper.
Just as she sighed, Cen Jing started chatting with Qi Mei:
"As for casual wear, what do you think is suitable for her?"
Qi Mei seemed to regard Jiang Han as a puppet and said enthusiastically:
"The summer style is very suitable for loose-fitting dresses. Wait a minute while I look for some clothes."
"By the way, let me see if the larger size fits."
Then she quickly walked to the box, rummaged through two suitcase-like boxes about one meter high and half a meter long and dragged them over. She quickly opened the boxes and found the doll's accessories and clothes inside.
Qi Mei took out a gray pleated skirt. The torso looked tighter and she also wore a simple belt with six small bags.
"The fitting room is over there." She said kindly, "Don't be too anxious and try it on slowly. It takes some time to get beautiful clothes, doesn't it?"
Jiang Han thanked her and walked into the dressing room with his clothes.
One second I felt a little melancholy and hesitant, but the next second I forgot about it:
This girl is even wearing a cheongsam, so what else is there to be afraid of?
With such a desperate mentality, she quickly changed into the dress worn by the doll.
It was too loose, and Jiang Han felt that if she was wearing this gray skirt, it would shake off and slide down if she ran even a little bit.
But even so, this dress looks much more beautiful than the witch robe.
It feels very relaxed and comfortable to wear, and the special design fully shows off your petite side.
...How about just buying this one? Jiang Hantu thought to save trouble.
After walking outside, she carefully showed herself to the two witches sitting on the sofa.
Cen Jing nodded slightly, as if looking at a work of art and said:
"It's very beautiful and cute. I like the gray flower decoration. It also complements your temperament."
Qi Mei frowned professionally, stood up and walked over. After looking at it carefully, she apologized first:
"My fault, miss. I overlooked your size..."
She bent down and patted Jiang Han's waist without hesitation, then lifted up her skirt and looked at her thighs underneath.
Because the witch loves to fly, the witch dress actually comes with one-piece shorts underneath, which means she is not afraid of being exposed. This design is one of the few that Jiang Han raised her hand to approve.
But even so, I'm still a bit shy when someone lifts my skirt.
Straight women with cancer, stay with the dolls for the rest of your life! Jiang Han was complaining in his heart, but he remained obedient and let the other party check him out.
Qi Mei checked for half a minute and gave the answer:
"You are petite in the literal sense, not an illusion caused by your short height."
...I know I'm short... Jiang Han asked sincerely: "What do you mean?"
"Generally speaking, people with short height are more likely to give people the illusion of being petite." Qi Mei explained while rummaging through the boxes: "For example, some witches are short, but their body shape is actually slightly fat, and you, from scratch
You are very petite right down to your feet, and your frame is also very small. I took a look just now and found that your calves are even thinner than many people's arms. You really look like a doll."
She turned around and apologized again:
"Ah, I'm so sorry, I'm so obsessed with dolls."
"Whether we are making dolls in the West or the East, we all pay attention to a body proportion. For example, a doll with a total height of 135m may have a body proportion of 180m. This also causes the problem if a 135m doll stands next to a 135m little girl.
Together, the little girl looks twice as big visually."
"Your proportions are not that exaggerated, but they are almost the same as those of a doll. From my personal experience, your body proportions need to be about 165m to be considered normal. Now, you are too petite."
She rummaged again, found a light blue off-shoulder casual dress, and handed it to Jiang Han:
"Medium size, try it."
...Can I even wear a medium size for doll clothes? Jiang Han silently went back to the fitting room and put on this light blue casual skirt.
The fit is much better this time, whether it is the waist or the shorts under the skirt that stick to the thighs, they fit perfectly.
After walking out, Cen Jing also walked over and said with a smile:
"This one is more beautiful."
Then she handed over a light blue hat with a large brim and said, "Try it?"
Next, Qi Mei kept selling some things, and Cen Jing also asked Jiang Han to change into them one by one, and finally settled on a complete new outfit.
It included a large-brimmed hat, an off-shoulder casual skirt, lace socks, and open-toed sandals for summer. The clothes were not cheap because they were brand-name goods, and the others were given by Miss Cen Jing, which made her feel flattered.
Finally, I packed five pairs of lace socks for her.
And with this outfit, Jiang Han finally looked less like a homebody and more like a healthy beach girl.
"Thank you for the gift." Jiang Han said, carrying the bag containing socks and changed shoes.
"Just think of it as a testimony of friendship." Cen Jing said humorously: "Usually, to impress a big witch, you need tens of thousands of yuan in gifts. But I only spent a hat, a pair of shoes, and six pairs of socks to do it.
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"Comrade Cen Jing, you sound like you are trying to pick up girls." Jiang Han was a little happy at her teasing, covering her mouth and laughing.
Cen Jing blinked and pretended to be serious:
"Dear Davarich, if you want to pick up a girl, you don't want to take her to the Witch Invitational Tournament!"
"Well, does it mean I'm not pretty enough?" Jiang Han asked.
"I'm afraid you are too beautiful. I somewhat believe what is said in the marketing book that clothing can change a person." Cen Jing said, "You are cuter than the one I saw just now."
After a few glib words, Cen Jing walked out of Doll Street with Jiang Han, who was so amused that she burst into tears.
Jiang Han had to admit that when she was with Cen Jing, she would always forget the pressure.
"I also booked a good restaurant today. We can go and taste it after watching the game." Cen Jing explained the arrangement.
Jiang Han naturally had no objections. It was so fun to go out with someone who could arrange entertainment programs.
When I walked to the Potion Street next to the Doll Street, there was a sudden roar in the sky, and the sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A strong wind also came.
Since the mall was built on an island some distance off the coast, the strong winds it suffered were even more pronounced.
Obviously, there was a big problem with the plan, and the game could not be played during heavy rain.
"..." Cen Jing's expression became stiff.
This was the first time Jiang Han saw the other party acting a bit gloomy.
But within half a second, Miss Cen Jing asked:
"Have you brought the potion ingredients with you?"
Jiang Han nodded. Since some of the conditions for taking the potion required weather factors, she brought all the ingredients she had with her. Anyway, they were not too much and not heavy. A can of distilled water was a little heavy, but everything else was fine.
"I know there is a good hot spring hotel nearby." Cen Jing said, "There is also a great barbecue, right next to the hot spring hotel, and it also supports door-to-door delivery. Let's go there today."
"Okay." Jiang Han admired Cen Jing's reaction speed and her quick wit after the plan was ruined.
