When Shen Yuan saw the clothes on the left side of the wardrobe, his eyelids twitched.
Could those be called clothes?
They were more like pieces of cloth.
More importantly, these clothes came in pairs, designed as sister outfits.
Although the colors and patterns were similar, the designs and openings varied.
Long Jinghan's face immediately turned red to the tips of her ears, and she was so flustered she didn't dare to lift her head.
She had told Qiao Lei not to buy them, yet Qiao Lei insisted, and now here they were.
When Qiao Lei sent her those pictures, Long Jinghan felt somewhat resistant.
Because the clothes she wore before could barely be called clothes, but could these even count as clothes?
To call them pieces of cloth would be an overstatement.
Shen Yuan pinched a piece of "clothing" between two fingers and couldn't help looking at Qiao Lei, "Did you buy these?"
"Who else?"
