Fu Young pressed his lips together and glanced at Xiao Shou without saying anything, then obediently took the clothes and changed again.
As a result, this one was too small.
He changed again, and the next one was too big.
After repeating this seven or eight times, he finally understood his master's mischievous taste.
In the end, he simply lay down on the pile of clothes and picked one at random.
After putting it on, it actually fit perfectly.
He proudly said to Xiao Shou, "Master, how is it? This one fits perfectly, right?"
"Mm mm, your taste is still quite good." Xiao Shou rubbed his hair and said with a wicked smile, "Then next, Master will help you comb your hair."
Fu Young was speechless and he had another bad premonition.
As expected, in an instant, after all the clothes on the bed were put away, a large box of various small accessories appeared on the bed.
