"I wonder if it will work for this guy Yu Zhengfei?... Ke Qing, why don't you teach me how to knit a scarf, and let me give him one to tie this guy up."
Suddenly, a woman next to her raised her head and glanced at her secretly.
But Qin Yan didn't notice it and just chose her clothes.
The woman stared at Qin Yan steadily from behind, with a burst of inexplicable emotions in her eyes...
It has been a long time since Qin Yan went shopping as leisurely as she does now. She leisurely selected the colorful clothes in front of her.
A fashionable autumn skirt caught her eye.
The skirt is simple in color, but has a unique design, exuding a different kind of temperament.
Just as she was about to reach out to take it, a delicate white hand stretched out and took the skirt away before she could.
With her love taken away, Qin Yan instinctively raised her head and glanced at the woman beside her.
This woman is very beautiful, with eyebrows like indigo, crystal skin, light red lips, and a colorful charm between her eyebrows and eyes.
The woman in front of her was admiring the skirt, showing a high-spirited look.
Qin Yan didn't know if this woman really took a fancy to her, or if she was trying to steal her.
However, she didn't pay special attention to it and went to choose other ones on her own.
After a while, she took a fancy to another top, just as her hands touched the clothes.
The woman took the clothes off first and was trying them on herself.
Qin Yan knew that this woman had taken her up on purpose.
But she didn't know the woman in front of her, and she didn't know for what purpose the woman deliberately wanted to go against her.
But no matter what, she can no longer pretend to be mute, because she is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
She said coldly: "Miss, I obviously fell in love with these two clothes first, why do you always win people's love?"
Hearing this, the woman raised her head, raised her charming eyes, and said with a bit of arrogance, "It doesn't matter if you like it. As long as you haven't paid the bill, it doesn't belong to you."
Qin Yan stared into her eyes tightly, twitching the corners of her mouth, and said in a calm voice, "Yes, this dress is not mine yet, but a person should know the most basic etiquette. Don't make people look so similar.
An uncultured village girl."
The woman's eyes hardened for a moment, her eyelashes slowly covered half of her bright eyes, and she asked word by word: "Who do you think looks like an uncultivated village girl?"