"Too dull."
Before she could open her mouth, Fu Nancheng spoke up first.
Qiao Mo had no choice but to shift her gaze to the next set of sea-blue pajamas, but the next second, Fu Nancheng spoke again: "Too bright."
The white one...
"Too plain."
The yellow one...
"Too tacky."
...
After a while, Qiao Mo finally realized that this man wasn't helping her choose at all, he was clearly picking on her.
She immediately turned her head, glaring at him angrily.
He cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze, and pretended to seriously examine other clothes.
Qiao Mo's face flushed with anger. She had been seriously selecting...
"Fu Nancheng, are you doing this on purpose?"
He replied lightly, "He's a guy."
Qiao Mo was taken aback: "She's my brother!"
"A guy."
"Still a brother!"
"Still a guy."
Qiao Mo was nearly infuriated to the point of spitting blood, but he suddenly lifted her chin and gazed at her: "What about mine?"
"Yours?"
Fu Nancheng nodded.
