Lin Xinlan’s face turned red as she awkwardly changed back and was about to put on her clothes.
"You have to try on the others," Rong Shaoze’s voice rose again, "You have to try every single one, you can’t just try one."
Does he have X-ray vision or what? How can he detect her actions and thoughts?
With impatience she could hardly bear, she said indifferently, "After trying them all, they fit just right?"
"That quick? You’re not lying to me, are you?"
"...They’re all the same size, trying one should be enough!"
"Madam, sometimes even if the sizes are the same, different styles can fit differently on the body. You might want to try them all to make sure the lingerie is comfortable; even a slight misfit can be uncomfortable," the clerk couldn’t help but interject.
"Did you hear that? Try them all, don’t waste anymore time."
Lin Xinlan gritted her teeth, feeling speechless to death.
What kind of man is he, insisting a woman buy lingerie and forcing her to try each one?
The lingerie is for her to wear, how can he be more concerned about the fit than she is...
With no other choice, she tried them all one by one and, indeed, they all fit perfectly.
And each style had its own distinct sexiness.
Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but suspect that Rong Shaoze was far too experienced, otherwise he wouldn’t have such an eye for choosing lingerie with different styles.
But even if she bought these, she wouldn’t wear them.
Coming out of the fitting room, she handed the lingerie back to the clerk and said coolly, "I don’t like any of these, please bring a few different styles."
"These will do, just invoice them," Rong Shaoze pulled her close, assertively telling the clerk.
Lin Xinlan felt a bit unhappy now, "I said, I don’t like them."
He glanced at her sideways, a teasing look in his eyes, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t like them, as long as I like them that’s enough."
"What do I care what you like?"
"The lingerie you wear is for me to see, of course I should help pick out the ones I like."
"..." Lin Xinlan was so angry she was speechless, frowning unhappily, "Whatever you buy, I won’t wear them!"
She wouldn’t wear these pieces of lingerie to please him, not if it killed her.
Rong Shaoze gave her a deep look and instructed the clerk to check out. She pulled her hand from his grip and strode out of the store.
Soon, the man quickly caught up to her, carrying a shopping bag and holding her hand so she couldn’t break free.
"Alright, stop being so stubborn. The styles of your old lingerie are conservative; it’s about time you changed things up," he said with a teasing, devilish smile.
Lin Xinlan ignored him, her expression indifferent.
"Xinlan, I’m serious. If you tried a different style, I guarantee you would look even more beautiful and attractive," he said, his gaze suggestively lingering on her chest, deep and smoldering.
Lin Xinlan kept quiet. She didn’t want to talk to him; whatever she said would just be countered by him, so it was better to respond with silence.
"Why are you not saying a word?" The man was a bit dissatisfied. He was thinking of her, and she didn’t appreciate it at all.
Don’t all women like to hear someone praise how good their breasts look?
"Say something," Rong Shaoze’s stubbornness flared up, grabbing her and not letting her walk away.
He frowned and met her gaze, his eyes filled with petulant stubbornness and defiance, "Do you really not like the ones I picked out for you?"
"Why? They’re obviously nice. Do you like the ones that are old-fashioned and conservative? You’re a woman, you should know how to dress up, to make yourself prettier."