How to capture the system fairies as wives

"Wanxiang Pavilion."

"Wanxiang Pavilion? Do you have information about the new Chosen One?"

"No. We're going clothes shopping."

After arriving at Wanxiang Pavilion, Qingying finally understood why Chen Yin didn't get up in the morning.

It turned out that there was a rally today, and the state capital had no curfew, which was rare. The shops that were open in the past were not open this morning, but were open from the afternoon until midnight.

There were very few pedestrians, and it was obvious that they all slept during the day and planned to have some fun at night.

Wanxiang Pavilion only opened in the afternoon. When Chen Yin arrived, there were almost no customers in the pavilion.

It’s like Chen Yin and Qingying have monopolized the show.

"Mr. Chen, please go upstairs."

The receptionist at Wanxiang Pavilion saw Chen Yin's token and took him to the closet on the second floor.

"All right."

Chen Yin led Qingying to the closet: "Pick a few that you like."

Qingying looked at the dazzling array of skirts of various styles in front of her, and the expression on her face gradually became strange.

"This...should I wear it?"

"Can't you?"

"I... am not used to wearing skirts." She stammered.

Chen Yin looked down at her.

Speaking of which, in Chen Yin's impression, Qingying had always been wearing various tights or casual clothes that were convenient for movement.

Perhaps it was a habit she developed at the secret door. Her clothing style has always been the same and rarely changes.

When you think about it, the clothes Chen Yin saw her change the most were probably the sexy lingerie that she changed into at his request.

"what happened?"

Seeing him staring at his clothes thoughtfully, Qingying lowered her head in panic: "No, it doesn't look good?"

Not to say it doesn't look good.

This kind of tights is especially suitable for women like Qingying who have a particularly eye-catching figure. The whole body curve makes people's heart beat faster just by looking at it.

But letting her change her style occasionally can add another flavor.

"Just put it on, it's okay."

"If you don't choose, I will choose for you."

As he spoke, Chen Yin reached out and picked out a few long dresses.

The styles of these skirts are very whimsical. Some of them are taken from the system mall, and the other part is created by the tailors of Wanxiang Pavilion based on those styles over the past thousand years.

But generally speaking, it is still a dress.

Qingying entered the fitting room with the skirt picked by Chen Yin. She lingered inside for a long time before finally coming out slowly and shyly.

The style she tried on was a deep V black floor-length dress. The thin black fabric wrapped around her plump breasts, and the deep V-neck just revealed her cleavage and seductive white flesh.

The hem of the skirt is tight and tightly wraps around the buttocks, and the slender and beautiful legs are faintly visible between the hem.

Chen Yin nodded contentedly.

"My vision is really good."

"Does it... look good?" she asked timidly.

"That's for sure."

Chen Yin gave a thumbs up: "Originally, I was thinking that I was missing high heels, hair ties, lipstick, and a necklace."

"Now that I look at it, it doesn't seem to be necessary."

In the world before Chen Yin, this would have been a goddess-level socialite.

Qingying then breathed a sigh of relief and raised her head slightly.

"Isn't it just changing a skirt? Is that necessary?"

"I...I rarely wear it." She muttered softly.

"Then why not wear it?"

"Because you said before that I look good in tight clothes."

Her voice was a little bit resentful, like a young wife complaining quietly.

Chen Yin was silent for a long time before he slowly asked, "Is it because of this?"

Qingying nodded vigorously.

For some reason, Chen Yin now felt inexplicably guilty towards this silly girl who was so simple that it made people feel a little distressed.

It turns out that she would really remember my unintentional teasing for a long time.

"Then I'll tell you now."

Chen Yin said seriously: "Actually, you look good in anything you wear."

"Wearing what you like is the best."

Qingying asked cautiously, "Really?"

"Why don't you try a few more?"

This was the sentence Chen Yin regretted most.

Because after hearing this sentence, Qingying seemed to have unlocked a switch.

For the whole afternoon, Qingying tried on almost all the skirts in Wanxiang Pavilion.

343. The feeling of dating

If Chen Yin hadn't told Qingying that there was a gathering in the evening, he was really afraid that Qingying would spend the whole day in Wanxiang Pavilion.

Finally, Qingying picked the dress that Chen Yin had chosen at the beginning.

The black deep V is gentle, generous and elegant, and it also brings out the best of her figure.

When I walked out of Wanxiang Pavilion, the rally outside had already begun.

The streets and alleys are full of small vendors and people coming and going, and the lights and decorations are extremely lively.

"So, what should couples do?"

Chen Yin didn't say anything, but just gently held her hand and walked slowly forward with the crowd.

When Chen Yin held her hand, Qingying felt nervous for a moment.

It was an incredible feeling.

As if sensing Qingying's sweaty palms, Chen Yin turned his head and asked softly:

"what happened?"

"It's just..." She stammered and lowered her head, "It feels weird."

"What's so weird about that? It's normal for couples to hug each other and walk around. What's wrong with holding hands?"

"It's just, it's very weird." Qingying hung her head in annoyance.

Next to her, Chen Yin could clearly see the shameful blush on her cheeks.

...Speaking of it.

Such a simple action of holding hands can make her blush and her heart beat fast for a long time.

This gave Chen Yin an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes.

It seems like it has been a long time since I felt shy and nervous about such a simple detail.

It’s like the most naive and immature emotions when facing the person you love in school when you are sixteen or seventeen years old.

My mentality has become that of a greasy middle-aged man.

And luckily.

Even though they have had in-depth communications so many times, Qingying's thoughts are still so simple.

Everything about her is simple. The world she lives in is simple. The feeling of liking someone is also simple.

It's the kind of person where your heart starts beating fast when you make eye contact with the person you like, and your face will turn red if we accidentally brush shoulders or our fingertips touch.

That kind of small and beautiful love.

"Come to think of it, this seems to be the first time I hold your hand while shopping."

Chen Yin said slowly: "You look so nervous, have you never been held hands by anyone before?"

Qingying pouted and stopped talking.

An angry expression as if he was sulking.

I see. It's probably the same feeling as you guys in front of the screen when you're called a single person.

"It doesn't matter. First time is second time."

Chen Yin smiled and squeezed her soft little hand: "Hold it a few more times in the future, and you will get used to it."

Qingying looked at him blankly, with an ambiguous loneliness under her long eyelashes.

Just as Chen Yin was about to move forward, he heard a soft voice behind him:

"I... am a little unaccustomed to it."

"I didn't expect that I was just walking side by side with you."

"…I will be so happy."

Chen Yin paused.

Qingying lowered her head silently without saying a word, and let Chen Yin hold her hand obediently and quietly.

Only then did Chen Yin realize that what she was not used to was not holding hands.

I'm not used to being by my side.

It seemed like she had been in the role of "Dark Door" for too long. She was used to hiding in the shadows behind herself, hiding in places where no one could see her.

Unless Chen Yin needed it, she would never disturb him.

If Chen Yin didn't need her, she would just stay quietly in the shadows.

After staying for a long time, she would feel a little uncomfortable just standing side by side with herself.

The crowd moved slowly forward. Chen Yin stared into the distance for a long time, and suddenly said:

"Want a snack?"

Qingying looked at him blankly.

In fact, Qingying didn't feel anything about these things. But she was used to obeying Chen Yin's words, so she nodded.

So Chen Yin went and bought two skewers of freshly roasted lamb legs and handed one to Qingying.

Qingying took a bite and found it tender and juicy, and her eyes lit up with just one bite.

"It's delicious! Chen Yin, try it."

Chen Yin seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

Hearing this, he smiled, took a bite where Qingying had bitten, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"It's really delicious."

"Now do you know what couples usually do?"

Qingying still looked confused.

"In fact, true lovers don't need to do anything deliberately."

It’s just very ordinary that we go everywhere together.

When you eat something delicious, the first thing you want to do is share it with others.