After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Shen Na stood in front of the coffee table, twisting her hands together and rubbing them back and forth, her ears so red they looked like they could bleed.

She secretly glanced at Lin Ye, her gaze lingering for a fraction of a second on the drop of water on his shoulder before quickly looking away. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

Shen Qing stood next to her, looking at her sister's embarrassed appearance, and smiled. She reached out and took Shen Na's arm, leading her towards the sofa.

A tattooed arm peeked out from behind the sofa cushions, a tuft of his newly cut short hair sticking up in his sleep, like a newly hatched chick.

She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and her tongue flickered between her lips. Then she looked at Shen Na's face, which was flushed red to the roots of her neck, and then at Lin Ye, who was leaning against the balcony door drinking water with a calm expression. She instantly understood what had just happened.

She tossed the cushion aside and patted the sofa cushion: "Sis, you'll get used to it. It's like this every morning here—either you bump into him shirtless, or he bumps into us changing clothes. You'll get used to it after a while."

"It doesn't matter who it is!"

Shen Na's voice rose half an octave, but immediately fell back down, her soft, sweet voice trembling slightly with embarrassment.

"I just—I just didn't expect him to be in the bathroom—without a shirt—"

"He's at home, so what if he's shirtless?"

The blond guy rolled over at the other end of the sofa, and the honey-brown head popped out from under the blanket. His eyes weren't fully open yet, but his gossipy sense of smell was already awake.

She tilted her head to look at Shen Na, a mischievous smile curving her lips.

"Sis, did you see something you shouldn't have? My physique is great, isn't it?"

Shen Na's face changed from pink to bright red, then to deep crimson, and even her collarbones turned red.

She didn't answer, but that silence itself was the loudest answer.

Lin Ye placed the water glass on the coffee table, and the bottom of the glass made a soft sound as it tapped against the glass surface.

He glanced around at the eight girls in the living room—Yellow Hair was wrapped in a blanket, lying on the sofa and refusing to get up; Tattooed Arms with short, upturned hair was looking for a cigarette; Tattooed Legs was sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat, rubbing body lotion; Green Hair and Pink Hair were crowding at the bathroom door, fighting over the faucet; Bangs was squatting in the corner, pouring cat food for Wangcai; Shen Qing was sitting quietly next to Shen Na, helping her straighten her collar; Shen Na's ears were still red, and she didn't dare to look at him.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"Pack your things, we're going to the mall later."

"What are we going to the mall for?" The blond-haired man poked his face out from under the blanket.

"Buy clothes."

Lin Ye looked down at the loose-fitting white T-shirt he was wearing, then at the tattooed athletic shorts on his legs—the three white stripes on the side were faded from washing, the elastic band was almost worn out, and the slippers on his feet were from "Everything You Can Buy" supermarket, with half of the lettering on the shoes worn away.

"I can't keep wearing tattooed shorts all the time."

He said.

Tattooed arm, cigarette dangling from his mouth, jumped off the sofa, walked up to him, looked him up and down, then turned to tattooed legs and yelled, "Tattooed Legs, did you hear that? Bro's buying new clothes! He's finally not wearing my old athletic shorts anymore!"

"Your shorts are practically worn out from all the wear and tear, you should buy him some new ones."

Hua Tui didn't even lift her head, continuing to rub body lotion on her elbows.

"And the blond guy too."

Lin Ye turned his head to look at the blond-haired man who was stretching on the sofa.

She froze halfway through her stretch, tilting her head to look at him, a hint of confusion flashing in her deep brown eyes.

"You should buy an authentic version of that Lolita dress you're wearing."

The blond-haired man was stunned.

Her Lolita dress was a knock-off she bought online for a few dozen yuan. After washing it a few times, it became wrinkled like a rag. The straps had long lost their elasticity, and she had even burned off the loose threads on the lace trim of the skirt with a lighter.

She never thought there was anything wrong with it—it was just something that cost a few dozen yuan, as long as it was wearable.

But when Lin Ye said the word "authentic," it was as if those two words were worthless.

She jumped off the sofa, ran barefoot to Lin Ye, looked up at him, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly before finally managing to squeeze out a few words: "Brother, the original is very expensive—"

"Expensive is expensive."

"Really, you don't need to—"

"I'm in charge."

The blond-haired man closed his mouth.

She looked at him, her eyes slightly reddening, then turned and rushed back to the sofa, grabbing the still-drowsy green-haired and pink-haired boys: "Wake up! I need to buy us clothes! Hurry up and wash your faces, brush your teeth, and put on makeup! Don't keep me waiting!"

It took the eight girls two hours to finish getting ready.

It was almost ten o'clock when I went out. The May sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the leaves of the sycamore trees were rustling in the wind.

The blonde girl was wearing her wrinkled Lolita dress, her honey-brown hair tied in pigtails. She kept looking back at Lin Ye as she walked, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

She wore a black sports vest and loose jeans, the tattooed arm gleaming bluish-black in the sunlight. Her sunglasses were pushed up to her forehead, and she had an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth.

The woman with the floral tattoo wore denim shorts, her rose tattoo on her leg exposed to the sunlight, and she wore canvas shoes with the heels stubbed out like slippers.

Green Hair and Pink Hair wore the same style of short-sleeved shirt in different colors, one fluorescent green and the other fluorescent pink, and they looked like two moving traffic lights when they walked on the street.

Qi Liuhai is holding Wangcai, and the cat is peeking its head out of the backpack with its ears standing straight up.

Sisters Shen Qing and Shen Na walked at the very back. Shen Qing was wearing an oversized white T-shirt, while Shen Na was wearing the white short-sleeved shirt and jeans she had worn the day before. The two sisters walked side by side, occasionally glancing at each other. Shen Qing's lips curved into a smile, while a blush still lingered on Shen Na's ears.

The shopping mall is the largest integrated commercial complex in the area. Banners advertising the May Day promotion were hung from the third floor to the first floor, and the red promotional slogans were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

As soon as the revolving door opened, a cool breeze carrying the mall's unique fragrance wafted out, and the large screen in the atrium on the first floor played a loop of luxury brand GG.

The tattooed man pulled his sunglasses off his forehead and put them on, then looked up at the glass sightseeing elevator that led from the first floor to the third floor, and said with deep emotion, "I used to come here just to enjoy the air conditioning."

"No need to mooch off them today."

Lin Ye took his hand out of his pocket, put his arm around her shoulder, and walked towards the elevator.

"Buy whatever you want today."

The women's clothing section is on the third floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a whole floor of women's clothing brand stores unfolded like a colorful ocean, with warm white spotlights illuminating each garment and making it look radiant.

The salespeople, dressed in matching black uniforms, stood at the entrance of their respective brands, their makeup impeccable and their smiles standardized.

When they saw a group of eight colorful girls pouring out of the elevator, their standard smiles turned into genuine curiosity—what kind of group was this?

Several young girls with tattooed arms, a Lolita, a cat-holding girl, and a pair of stunningly beautiful sisters, were surrounding a young man wearing slippers.

Is this guy a rich kid or a performance artist?