Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1140 - 1116. Which one do you like me to wear?

Chapter 1140: 1116. Which one do you like me to wear?

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"Oh." Song Tan responded, taking a quick glance at the clothes she had grabbed randomly without much thought, and realized they actually looked quite nice when she heard Lun Chuan’s comment!

Looking at this clearly interesting new item she selected, she gave a sweet smile: "Which one do you like me wearing?"

Lun Chuan: ...

He took a deep breath and looked at Song Tan helplessly: "This is just a basic sweater..."

A semi-high round neck, lined at the waist, fine and glossy cashmere yarn, very high quality. But it really doesn’t matter if he likes it or not.

Because the playful tone in which Song Tan asked, it seemed like she was picking out more intimate dresses for him.

Song Tan then laughed: "I’m just teasing you... Here, no need to try on these two. If the size fits, it’ll definitely fit well. Can you help me pick out some more?"

She stuffed the clothes into Lun Chuan’s arms and then gave him another once over: "Shall we pick out a few pieces for you too, to celebrate our relationship?"

Lun Chuan: ... Clearly having a lot to say, but at the moment not knowing what to say.

In the end, he had to silently pick out clothes for everyone.

...

For Lun Jing, shopping is more about the "shopping" part, while for Lun Chuan, buying clothes is just a matter of having clear needs and going straight to the point.

For example, Wu Lan needed a few casual, pre-processed, affordable wool sweaters, which could be picked from the special offer area.

Additionally, a long and a short cashmere knit for visiting relatives was also needed, he circled around and prepared a few options just waiting for her to try them on one by one.

For Qiaoqiao, it’s even simpler, he likes rainbow colors, macaron colors, cream tones. His evenly proportioned body and fair skin mean he can even look good in a potato sack... Just pick two or three pieces and he’d be satisfied.

As for more... Lun Chuan guessed he might prefer those hoodies with cartoon characters printed on them.

As for Song Sancheng, as much as he was mindful of the car, he still tried on new clothes with enthusiasm, men’s options being so few, it’s just a matter of picking each of the basics.

As for his mother, she certainly didn’t need his help.

It’s just that...

The gang had already picked a bunch of clothes and was shuffling back and forth in the fitting room, with Lun Jing responsible for fanning the flames on the side. But Lun Chuan, looking at the dazzling array of clothes, suddenly didn’t know how to pick out for Song Tan.

Having seen her twice, she wore a down jacket with a simple base layer, jeans or sweatpants, alternating between short boots or sneakers...

Remembering her earlier asking "which one do you like me wearing" in a teasing tone, at this moment, with slightly raised eyebrows and a smile at the corners of his mouth, he decisively pointed to a long knitted cashmere dress in the store’s center position:

"Please pick this one in an M size."

...

It was a figure-hugging semi-high neck dress, its hem like a mermaid’s, accentuating its lines. The fabric was delicate with a slight sheen, yet as understated as a pearl, not at all incongruous.

The color was like creamy sunflowers, faint, like a pale yellow emerging from the mist, indescribably cute and gentle.

Lun Chuan had planted this kind of sunflower, if he remembered correctly, its name was just as poetic, called "White Moonlight."

At this moment, this "White Moonlight" was right in front of Song Tan, while Lun Chuan’s eyes smiled gently, with a tender tone: "I like you in this one."

Song Tan: ...

Alright, alright! Got her wrapped around your finger, huh!

She took the dress, and walked into the fitting room, while Lun Jing, oblivious, said joyfully:

"Wow! I haven’t seen Tantan in this color before! This dress should be paired with high heels!"

Then thoughtfully handed over a pair of trial high heels from the store.

Lun Chuan smiled silently, seeing her outside the fitting room hoping to catch a glimpse of Tantan in a dress, he turned to call Qiaoqiao:

"I just saw two rainbow-colored sweaters in the men’s section that look great, both seem to suit you... a bit hard to choose, why don’t you give them a try, and let the family and Aunt help you decide?"

Rainbow color!

Qiaoqiao’s eyes immediately lit up, wow, such a beautiful color, he couldn’t imagine how good he’d look wearing them on his equally rainbow-colored Daduo!

He’d surely be the most adorable and handsome Qiaoqiao in the whole village during New Year’s!

Qiaoqiao nodded heavily, then without a word, half-pouting and half-dragging, pulled everyone away!

In this gigantic counter taking up a fifth of the floor, the young women’s section instantly quieted down.

And inside the fitting room, Song Tan listened to the commotion outside, and couldn’t help but smile.

She put on the dress, stepped into the ill-fitting high heels, recalling the feeling from her past life wearing immortal style dresses, with a smile she walked out directly.

Outside the fitting room, Lun Chuan was unexpectedly stunned.

He didn’t expect that once Song Tan wore such a gentle dress, her whole aura changed.

The tailored dress outlined her figure exceptionally well, and this pale cream yellow, like a fresh flower, truly did resemble white moonlight, leaving a deep impression.

The gentle fishtail hem swayed like waves under moonlight, layer upon layer stacking, directly touching his heart.

"So this is what you like..."

Song Tan said with a tone full of implication.

Unable to control it, a barely noticeable blush flashed across Lun Chuan’s face, but he just gazed at Song Tan, candidly saying:

"It’s just far beyond my imagination."

But Song Tan had already walked over, getting closer and closer, stopping right in front of him. Close enough that Lun Chuan only had to lower his head to see her lush eyelashes and the delicate skin on her face.

In the next moment, Song Tan reached out, lifting his baseball cap.

Lun Chuan was startled, and before he could instinctively step back, her other hand slid down his cheek. Her slightly cool fingertips traced the sensitive new red scars like grass stalks in a field, a touch that seemed to tease his heart.

Lun Chuan almost didn’t dare to open his eyes, feeling out of control for the first time.

"You..." His throat moved, barely uttering the word.

But in the next moment, her cool fingertips pinched his soft earlobe, rubbing it firmly, then came Song Tan’s whisper leaning closer:

"So hot."

"Your ears turned red."

In the next breath, the hat was placed back on his head, the warmth in his arms emptied, and the hand on his burning ear released.

Opening his eyes, Song Tan’s eyes were filled with a smile: "I just wanted you to try on this hat... why are you so shy?"

Lun Chuan raised his eyes to the mirror, only to see a tall, graceful man with a red blush on his cheeks in the reflection, his fair cheeks with not a hint of cover.

His ears were even red, as if they could steam.

And on his head, the black baseball cap turned in Song Tan’s hand, replaced by a new one interwoven in the same cream yellow and white.

He took a deep breath, finally regaining control of his wildly beating heart.

Yet the instigator continued to smile innocently and warmly: "The hats are a couple’s set, do you want them?"

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