Qiqi stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that. It really did look good—the girl in the mirror hardly seemed like herself. Her fluffy, soft hair, with just a slight curl at the ends, draped over her shoulders, making her look exceptionally beautiful. Her clear, bright big eyes sparkled with tiny golden stars, giving them a slightly dreamy quality. Her skin was pure white, flawless, with an almost translucent quality that set her apart from ordinary people. And her lips, a delicate pink, were as enchanting as a freshly bloomed rose.
Paired with this pure white, light gauze long dress, as the Taobao seller would say, it was practically ethereal.
Qiqi was a bit reluctant to let go of the dress. There was no helping it—girls just loved beautiful clothes. No matter how many they had, they always felt like they had nothing to wear.
But when she stepped into the fitting room and pulled out the dress tag—good heavens, it was nearly four figures.
Rong Yi really was Rong Yi. Even on this street, he managed to pick out such an expensive piece.
She felt a bit deflated, knowing she and this dress were destined to part ways, and a little annoyed inside. Still, Qiqi was never the type of girl to be vain. In her view of money, a thousand yuan could be exchanged for several months' worth of living expenses. Missing out on one dress didn't matter—it was just a few pieces of fabric. But that sum could buy Rong Yi a ton of meat at the supermarket. That poor guy had been tightening his belt lately and couldn't even enjoy eating meat to his heart's content.
Qiqi changed back into her clothes and quietly told Rong Yi, "I don't like it." But Rong Yi shoved her bag and a paper bag into her hands. "I like it. Wear it for me."
She was stunned—he had swiped his card and bought the dress in such a short time.
It seemed she hadn't even taught him how to use a card yet?
She regretted not keeping her wallet on her when she tried on the dress, letting him slip through her fingers.
She was heartbroken and scolded him, "You spendthrift."
Then she thought about returning it to the store, but Rong Yi immediately pulled her outside. "Come on, am I, a dignified demon... a real man, unable to afford even one dress for my girlfriend?"
Qiqi was dragged out by him and had to give up on that idea. But she didn't dare let Rong Yi look at women's clothing anymore, because from his ambitious gaze, she could tell—he was planning to buy her a whole new outfit from head to toe.
"Let's go look at men's clothes and buy something for you, okay?" Qiqi tugged Rong Yi toward a men's clothing store. "I really love the dress you gave me. Having just this one is enough."
Only then did Rong Yi nod in satisfaction.
The two stopped in front of a men's clothing store. The Wolf King paused, looking with interest at the shop's sign—Septwolves Men's Wear.
Finally looking at men's clothes, Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief and asked considerately, "Want to check this place out?"
Septwolves—it suited Rong Yi's identity well.
Rong Yi took an interest in the wolf model displayed in the glass showcase.
The store was full of young, pretty salesgirls. When they saw Rong Yi enter, they immediately crowded around, hearts in their eyes. "Sir, what can we help you with?"
Rong Yi's gaze swept over rows of shirts and suits.
One salesgirl flattered him, "Sir, are you a model? With such great presence, you'd look good in anything."
Rong Yi shot back, "Model? What's a model?"
The salesgirl covered her mouth and giggled. "Sir, you're so funny. 'Model' just means you have a devilish figure."