Bo Yan said, "It's not dry yet."
Xia Siyu didn't care about this: "You gave it to me, so it's mine, and I want to try it on. What if it doesn't fit?"
It's actually unlikely that it won't fit, as these T-shirts are all the loose type. No matter how plump Xia Siyu is, she's still an artist with no pressure to wear a small size.
Bo Yan had to take it off, and Xia Siyu carefully held it like a treasure and walked into the room, coming out shortly after and spinning around: "How does it look?"
Bo Yan nodded: "It looks good."
It really does look good, but it's not the clothes; it's the person. The clothes only appear refreshing and flowing against her work clothes from yesterday. But compared to Xia Siyu's own outfits, it's still a bit plain.
"Quick, take it off. It's just been washed, and it's really wet."
But Xia Siyu really liked it and quickly changed back: "Will this be dry by tonight?"
She wanted to wear it to strut around in front of Shang Feifei.
