After a while, the shop assistant came out from the storeroom with a brand new set.
“This just arrived in stock.”
Saying this, the shop assistant opened the package, took out the contents, and hung them on the hanger to show Qianling and Yang Mo.
The moment she saw the new set of lingerie, Yang Mo’s eyes started to sparkle.
The shop assistant asked, “Do you like it?”
“Yeah, it’s even cuter than the last one.”
Yang Mo’s answer was clear as day.
But neither of their opinions really counted—in the end, it all depended on whether Qianling could accept it, so both of them, as if by prior agreement, turned to look at Qianling.
Qianling touched her chin, studying the lingerie carefully.
Just like the previous set, it had a white base and frills, but this time the frills looked puffier, and the upper contour was just a shallow diagonal cut, so there was absolutely nothing inappropriate about the coverage.
So Qianling spoke up, “I think it’s fine.”
Hearing this, Yang Mo and the shop assistant exchanged glances, then both broke into satisfied smiles.
One was excited for reasons unknown, while the other was probably happy about the increase in sales.
Faced with this scene, Qianling silently shook her head.
Then, she took the selected lingerie to the fitting room.
Left all alone, her mood was much calmer than before. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to try it on.
There was nothing much to fuss about with the matching panties, but just figuring out how to wear the bra took her quite a bit of effort.
Qianling looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing only a silver-haired beauty in lingerie.
If anyone else saw this, they probably wouldn’t feel it was strange—in fact, they’d likely praise the harmonious beauty of the scene.
Compared to when she had become a doll, Qianling found her current appearance even more incredible.
Is this that thing…? Like, when you want to lift the roof, they just agree to open the window instead.
Going with the flow, compromising again and again—was this how she’d ended up like this?
But just as mentioned earlier, most people’s reaction upon seeing her would definitely be to “praise the harmonious beauty of the scene,” and Qianling herself was absolutely among the majority.
Especially when trying on the lingerie recommended by the shop assistant, it felt just like wearing the usual maid outfit—a sense of cuteness that blended perfectly with her own self.
So, she struck a few of her usual poses in front of the mirror—tilting her head, raising an index finger, making a V sign.
Embarrassed but amused by herself, she almost wanted to laugh. Luckily, there was no one around to see her like this.
After coming out, she reported to Yang Mo and the shop assistant that the size was a good fit.
Without even asking the price, Yang Mo cheerfully paid in full, and before leaving, the shop assistant even gave her a membership card, telling her there would be discounts next time.
“Thank you, big sis!”
Watching Yang Mo wave energetically at the shop assistant as they left, Qianling had a hunch she was now hooked on this store.
However, that wasn’t all they had planned for today—they had only just bought the lingerie.
Next up was a tour of the clothing stores throughout the mall.
Yang Mo grabbed at least two hangers in each hand and showed them off in front of Qianling.
“Let’s try all these next!”
Qianling accepted the clothes, standing dumbfounded for a moment.
She really… was being treated like a dress-up doll, in the most literal sense.
With no other choice, she tried on each outfit for Yang Mo to see.
First up was a silky white blouse paired with a long black skirt.
A deep blue ribbon was tied at the collar of the blouse as an accent, ruffles decorated both sides of the buttons, and the cuffs were designed in a lantern-sleeve style.
Matched with the fitted long skirt, she truly looked the part of a young lady.
Of course, with Qianling’s silver hair, crimson eyes, and her “doll-like” face, she naturally exuded an air of nobility—this look suited her perfectly.
Yang Mo probably thought the same, which was why she made this request:
“Qianling, could you do a hair-flipping pose?”
“Like this…?”
Qianling slipped her fingers into her hair, gave it a casual flick, and immediately heard a “click” from right in front of her.
She turned to the sound, finding Yang Mo aiming her phone’s camera at her, so she asked, “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Of course, I have to capture this moment!”
“If you’re buying the outfit, you can see it any time, can’t you?”
“But… I feel like this might be my only chance to see Qianling pose like this.”
Truth be told, Qianling agreed with her answer.
Somehow… the embarrassment seemed less intense right after putting on new clothes?
It seemed to be the same just now when she tried on the lingerie.
Besides, Qianling had come here today with the intention of having fun, so she decided to go along with Yang Mo’s mischief.
“Then, snap as many as you want.”
With that response, Yang Mo excitedly raised a fist and shouted, “Yay!”
The next outfit felt both familiar and fresh to Qianling.
A baseball cap, T-shirt, and varsity jacket on top, paired with a short skirt, safety shorts, and sneakers on the bottom—with the shop assistant’s help, her hair was also tied into a short ponytail at the back.
Qianling felt familiar because the style leaned towards the masculine side.
Take away the skirt and safety shorts, and in some distant corner of memory, she seemed to have worn something similar herself.
As for the fresh part… ever since Qianling saw herself in the mirror, a question had been nagging at her heart.
Come to think of it, is this style called a “tomboy”? But I used to be a boy, so what does that make me? Surely I can’t call it “actual boy,” right…
She touched her chin, lost in confusion, hesitated for a moment, then chose to give up thinking and left the fitting room.
This time, Yang Mo’s request was: “Can you tilt your head back a little? Right, then put one hand in your pocket and the other on the brim of your cap.”
This put Qianling’s eyes in the shadow, her blood-red irises and faintly disdainful gaze intertwining to give off a villain-like sense of menace.
“Perfect! That’s it, super cool.”
Yang Mo commented passionately.
Although Qianling really wanted to see how the photo turned out, she was quickly urged to try on the next outfit.
“This set… isn’t it a bit too flashy?”
Qianling felt something was off the moment she got it, because besides the clothes themselves, there was a pile of accessories.
“And how do you even use all these accessories?”
After Yang Mo patiently explained everything, Qianling skeptically took the clothes into the fitting room.
Overall, it was a kind of school uniform look: a knit cardigan, long-sleeved sailor top, and pleated skirt—a classic combination.
The problem was, the style was just too over the top.
The sailor collar was light blue, a bit like Qianling’s current pajamas. Unlike regular sailor tops, there was a ruffle trim along the outer edge of the collar.
The cardigan and skirt were decorated with multiple ribbon bows.
It was already complicated enough, not to mention the pile of accessories.
Hair clips, a choker, a single-eye patch with a closed-eye pattern, and several brightly colored decorative band-aids.
The rest was fine, but where did these band-aids even come from? Does this shop sell everything?
With these doubts in mind, Qianling put all of them on, one by one.
Afterward, she was so shocked by her reflection in the mirror that she let her chin drop.
Who’s this landmine girl?
“Hello~”
She waved at the mirror, and the landmine girl inside waved back.
Even so, she couldn’t believe it, and pinched her own cheek.
“Ouch…”
So it wasn’t an illusion after all.
So this girl is really me?!
Qianling arrived at the only possible conclusion.