Chapter 95: The Fragrant Man
"Try this one on."
"This one’s not bad, try it too."
"Hey, that one has a nice color."
The clothes shopping didn’t go quite as Qin Guanglin had imagined. He usually just stood in front of a pile of clothes, picked out the one he liked best, checked the size, paid, bagged it, and left.
He Fang seemed to treat him like a clothes hanger, having him try on whatever style she saw, and none were the ordinary short-sleeve T-shirts but all sorts of strange styles he’d never usually consider.
"...I think that short-sleeve one over there looks pretty good," Qin Guanglin pointed to a dark blue shirt a few steps away.
"Shut up, go try this on," He Fang didn’t even bother to look, handing him a batwing top from nearby. "I don’t care what you think, I care what I think."
"..."
Qin Guanglin regretfully took his gaze off the shirt, holding the weird clothes she picked and went back into the fitting room.
He had suggested going shopping; he had to hold back tears and endure.
"This outfit is weird," he said as he walked out of the changing room in the new clothes, unable to resist lifting his arms to look left and right.