Just as An Nan finished speaking, she became unsteady on her feet. She thought she was going to fall miserably, but instead, she was tightly embraced in a warm hug. At the same time, a disapproving voice rose up: "Why are you walking so hurriedly? Can’t you walk slowly?"
Lin Mubai, speaking with a tone of reproach, was truly horrified in his heart. He couldn’t imagine the disaster that might have occurred if he hadn’t caught this little woman in time.
An Nan, feeling wronged by the scolding, protested: "It’s just that I’m not used to wearing high heels!" It’s not her fault; she’s tall, so she usually doesn’t need to wear high heels to boost her height, naturally reducing her chances of wearing them.
"Then don’t wear them in the future." Many people say women look charming in high heels, but to him, that’s merely rhetoric meant to torment women. His little woman only needs to dress comfortably; great charm isn’t necessary.
"Alright." An Nan agreed readily, and after agreeing, she realized their conversation was quite peculiar.
What did her choice to wear high heels have to do with him? This odd feeling left An Nan unsure of what to say next, and the man beside her also seemed lost in thought. The rıghtful source is N0velFire.ɴet
This strange feeling persisted into the women’s clothing store.
The sales assistants were quite perceptive. As soon as they noticed Lin Mubai’s attire and the few accessories he wore, they swarmed him like they had spotted prey, speaking in grandiose and fanciful terms: "Sir, your girlfriend matches you well. Her temperament is quite excellent, and our clothes would suit her perfectly."
Secretly, they hoped this handsome man would deny the woman accompanying him was his girlfriend, while simultaneously wanting to extract money from him.
In this business, such observational skills were honed. Typically, when a man accompanied a woman to the store, the man was the one who ultimately paid, so naturally, they had to flatter him.
As the sales assistants rambled on, An Nan rolled her eyes. If she didn’t need to buy an outfit to change out of her current dress, she would’ve left immediately. The sales assistant was clearly speaking nonsense. Since she stepped into the store, they hadn’t even given her a second glance, yet insisted she had great temperament and that their clothes suited her well.
Then, An Nan’s gaze landed on a man near the bar counter. The man was wearing a suit and standing inside the counter. Could he be the male sales assistant for this women’s store? She raised her eyebrows instantly, a hint of curiosity glimmering in her eyes. A men’s sales assistant in a women’s clothing store was quite rare. Since the man was facing sideways, An Nan couldn’t see his entire face, sparking her curiosity even more.
She slightly turned her head to glance in Lin Mubai’s direction, seeing him still entangled with the female sales assistants. She inwardly cursed ’demon’ and then made her way over to the male sales assistant standing by the bar counter.
"Hello, could you recommend a set of clothing that suits me?" Many people say men have the most accurate eye for women’s fashion, and today An Nan wanted to test that theory.
However, the instant the man turned his head, An Nan was struck by a stunning surprise. His face was clearly younger than hers, with distinct features typical of a mixed heritage.