Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Half an hour later, the Panamera stopped downstairs at the Hanting Hotel.

"Big brother."

Zhang Qian opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, nervously rubbing her hands together: "Is there something urgent?"

"Just follow me." Bai Li stepped on the gas, and the car slid onto the main road.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in the parking lot of the most upscale shopping mall in the county center.

Bai Li then led Zhang Qian straight to the GUCCI boutique.

"Big brother... what are you doing here?" Zhang Qian's voice was trembling. "The things here are really expensive. I saw online that you need to show your credentials to get in..."

"Test my ass." Bai Li grabbed her shoulder and half-dragged, half-carried her inside: "I'm here today to get you some new clothes."

"For me?" Zhang Qian's eyes widened, and she waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no! It's too expensive here, I don't deserve it..."

"Shut up."

Bai Li stopped and turned to the side, her peach blossom eyes fixed intently on Zhang Qian.

"Zhang Qian, do you know what day it is in a couple of days?"

Zhang Qian paused for a moment, then shook her head.

"A class reunion," Bai Li said casually. "I heard Zhang Yan will be there too."

Zhang Qian's body trembled slightly.

That was her deepest nightmare during adolescence, and even now, thinking about it still evokes a physical fear in her.

She instinctively gripped Bai Li's sleeve, her knuckles turning white.

"What are you afraid of?" Bai Li reached out and tucked her messy blue hair behind her ear, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable force:

"The day after tomorrow, I want you to stand there, more radiant than anyone else. I want Zhang Yan to know that she's not even worthy of carrying your shoes."

"But..." Zhang Qian's eyes reddened, a warm feeling welling up inside her: "Tens of thousands of yuan...it's really too expensive..."

Bai Li pinched her cheek: "That's my money. If I say it's worth it, then it's worth it."

[Ding! Zhang Qian experienced a strong emotional impact and sensed the host's protection and attention.]

[Affection +4, Current Affection: 59 (Admiration)]

[Note: She began to believe that she was worthy of being loved.]

After the two entered, the saleswoman immediately greeted them with a smile:

"Sir, Madam, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Pick an outfit for her." Bai Li pointed at Zhang Qian: "It should have a strong presence, preferably one that makes other women feel inferior."

The saleswoman was taken aback for a moment, then skillfully picked out a few clothes and pulled the bewildered Zhang Qian into the fitting room.

Meanwhile, next to the glass railing on the second floor of the mall.

A small, fully armed man was peeking out furtively.

Li Mengmeng was wearing a fisherman's hat, sunglasses, and a black mask, covering herself up completely.

"Hmph! Just as I suspected, he brought a woman to buy clothes!"

"Brother Bai Li, you big jerk!"

Li Mengmeng watched through the gap in her sunglasses as Bai Li led that blue-haired guy into a luxury store downstairs, and she was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, and turned to go into a boutique next door.

"Boss! Get me a pair of binoculars! A high-powered one!"

Five minutes later, Li Mengmeng leaned against the railing of the rest area opposite GUCCI, holding a children's toy telescope, staring intently at the activity inside the store.

"What's going on? Brother Bai Li went into the fitting room too? Brother Bai Li, you're a pervert!"

Li Mengmeng bit her fingernails, her mind conjuring up all sorts of inappropriate images for children.

No!

I haven't even ridden a pedal yet, how can I let others get on the highway first?

Li Mengmeng steeled herself, straightened her disguise, and headed towards the GUCCI store.

The air in GUCCI's spacious fitting room was somewhat stuffy.

Zhang Qian was facing away from the door, her hands behind her back, struggling with the zipper of her dark green velvet dress.

This dress is designed so cleverly, it's so form-fitting that even a little bit of extra flesh can't fit into it, but precisely because of this, it perfectly accentuates Zhang Qian's amazing waist-to-hip ratio.

"Big...Big Brother..."

Zhang Qian's voice, tinged with tears, came through the door: "It's...stuck."

Bai Li, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, put down the book and walked to the door: "What's wrong?"

"The zipper... I can't zip it up. It seems like my hair is caught in it."

Bai Li raised an eyebrow; this plot seemed familiar.

"Open the door."

The door lock clicked softly, and the door opened a crack.

Bai Li slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

The space was cramped, filled with the unique smell of new clothes and Zhang Qian's faint body fragrance.

Zhang Qian's face was as red as a ripe shrimp. She covered her chest with her hands, and a large expanse of her snow-white skin was exposed to the air. That damned zipper was stuck in her waist, neither up nor down.

"Take your hand away."

Bai Li stood behind her, his voice low.

In the mirror, the man's tall figure almost completely enveloped her.

Zhang Qian obediently lowered her hand, but couldn't control the slight trembling of her body.

Bai Li leaned closer, his warm breath spraying onto the back of her neck, raising goosebumps.

"Don't move."

His fingers touched her cool skin, his fingertips gently lifting a few strands of blue hair tangled in the zipper teeth.

In that instant, time seemed to stretch out.

Zhang Qian could feel the warmth of those large hands, which, through the thin fabric, even touched her skin directly, sending a tingling, electric-like sensation through her.

Her legs felt weak, and she unconsciously leaned back a little, bumping right into Bai Li's arms.

Bai Li chuckled softly, his hands continuing their movements, but his other hand naturally supported her slender waist:

"Why are you so sensitive? You don't like this kind of atmosphere, do you?"

"Big brother..." Zhang Qian's voice was so soft it was almost melting, "Hurry up..."

"Sizzle—"

With a soft click, the zipper was finally freed and then slid smoothly to the top.

The dress clung perfectly to her body, showcasing her S-shaped curves to the fullest.

Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Hello! Is the person inside ready yet?"

A deliberately lowered, somewhat strange-sounding voice came through:

"I...I like this dress too, I want to try it on!"

Bai Li paused, this voice... why does it sound like a Donald Duck with a whistle?

But the anxiety and sourness in his tone were practically overflowing from the screen.

Zhang Qian was startled, like a frightened rabbit: "Big brother... someone outside is urging us..."

"What's the rush?"

Bai Li did not open the door immediately, but turned Zhang Qian around so that she was facing the mirror.

He was behind her, his hands on her shoulders, looking at the refreshed woman in the mirror.

"Look at yourself."

Zhang Qian looked at herself in the mirror. The dark green dress made her skin look radiant, and she exuded a unique charm with every smile and gesture.

Bai Li whispered in her ear, "Zhang Yan isn't even worthy of lifting your skirt."

In that instant, my confidence grew wildly like weeds.

"Thank you, brother..."

"Knock knock knock!"

The knocking on the door grew louder, even accompanied by the sound of the doorknob being turned.

"Is anyone there? Nobody's here, but I'm coming in! I'm really coming in!"