Translator: Yunyi
As soon as they arrived in the shopping district, Tang Xinrou took the 'heated' Song Yaoyao to buy a cup of chrysanthemum tea. "Yaoyao, drink more. Chrysanthemum tea is good for reducing heat!" she said earnestly.
Song Yaoyao held onto the chrysanthemum tea and puffed her cheeks.
"But I want to drink milk tea."
Who wanted to drink something so bland? She didn't want to!
Besides, her heat was in her heart, and it could only be cured by her Gege.
Tang Xinrou simply thought she was whining, so she patted her on the head and said, "Be good. If you don't reduce your heat, you will get pimples. You don't want that, do you?"
When she thought about her Cutie grow a face full of pimples, Tang Xinrou sighed.
To protect her Cutie, she was determined! She was going to add chrysanthemum tea to Song Yaoyao's daily drinks menu! And she was going to add a little to her thermos every day.
Song Yaoyao took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea, and said in surprise, "Will I?"
She had never grown pimples.
"Yes!" Tang Xinrou said with certainty.
She had been frightened by her own imagination that she couldn't let song Yaoyao grow a single pimple. After speaking, she pulled Song Yaoyao into the shopping district with her. "Let's go! Come buy clothes with me!"
The shopping district was bustling with malls in every direction. Since it was the weekend, it was particularly busy.
Thanks to Song Yaoyao's encouragement, Tang Xinrou was beaming in confidence. She knew that if she wanted to see her idol, she had to prepare some battle gear!
That was how they send up at the shopping district...
Women were born with passion for shopping. Song Yaoyao's eyes were dizzy, and her legs were weak as Tang Xinrou dragged her into one store after another.
Buy buy buy! Swipe swipe swipe!
As they entered another clothes store, Song Yaoyao couldn't move anymore. She waved her hand, sat down, and refused to get back up.
She watched as Tang Xinrou tried one outfit after another and walked back and front between the change room and the mirror happily.
In all honesty, Tang Xinrou had a beautiful face and good body. She stood at a superior-looking height of 170cm, and her slender hips and long legs made her look good in every outfit she tried.
Hope, the clothes from this particular store were a bit strange.
Yet, the shop assistant wouldn't stop praising her.
"Oh, you look so good in this!"
"This was made for you! To be honest, I've never seen anyone look good in it as you!"
Tang Xinrou's heart lit up from all the praising. "Really?" She tugged on the sweater and looked at Song Yaoyao. "Yaoyao, does it look good?"
She spun around and the tassels on the sleeves swayed.
Rather than giving her opinion, Song Yaoyao asked, "Do you like it?"
Everyone had different tastes. One should not live for the sake of others. The most important thing was whether she liked it herself.
"Well...I guess it's okay."
Tang Xinrou had tried on the whole heap of clothes, but nothing really amazed her. Sure, they looked good, but something was missing.
When they heard their conversation, one of the assistant's expression changed. Their friendliness immediately disappeared. "These clothes were designed by our world-famous designer, and they are this year's trendiest styles. I suggest you simply take other's opinions as reference. The most important thing is still your own thoughts. Don't you look great?"
"Really?"
Tang Xinrou tugged on the tassels and asked, "How much does this sweater cost?"
The shop assistant smiled slightly. "This design only arrived yesterday, so the price is quite high. It's 12000 yuan..."
"So expensive?"
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