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    Why are you dressed like this?

    “Xiaoxue, are you sure you want me to wear this dress?”

    Lin Siwan stood in front of the mirror, holding the thin silk skirt with her fingertips and rubbing it gently for a while.

    Her little eyes peeked at herself in the mirror, her fair cheeks flushed.

    Yang Xue heard the sound and came over, looked at She with a shy face, looked up and down, and nodded with satisfaction.

    “Tsk, tsk.” Yang Xue crossed her shoulders and sighed, “I do have good taste. This dress suits you so well.”

    She raised Lin Siwan’s slightly lowered head with her hand, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror, “Look, is there a hint of purity in the coquettishness?”

    Lin Siwan glanced at her coquettishly, and pulled the collar of her clothes unnaturally.

    I asked again, “Do you really want to wear this?”

    Yang Xue’s expression was serious and serious, as if there was no discussion.

    Lin Siwan lowered her eyes as if resigned to her fate, and whispered, “Okay.”

    “Come on, let me put on your makeup myself. You will definitely make the whole place a sensation.”

    “Can I see it? Is it ugly?”

    “Lin Siwan.” Yang Xue was furious and shouted her name angrily.

    The person being bullied pinched his ears knowingly and said in a soft voice, “I was wrong.”

    Yang Xue raised her head and snorted coldly, “Forget it, let’s hurry up.”

    “Okay.” She replied with a smile.

    The place where Yang Xue took Lin Siwan to change clothes was her apartment, located in the city center where land is at a premium.

    Lin Siwan was surprised at first. She didn’t expect that Yang Xue, who looked carefree, was actually a well-rounded second-generation rich man.

    Yang Xue waved her hand disapprovingly, “Money is an external thing, so it’s not surprising.”

    Lin Siwan snickered, “rich man.”

    When the two of them went downstairs, the sky was getting dark and the wind was freezing.

    Yang Xue knew that she was weak, so she specially wrapped a thick coat for her.

    When he went downstairs, Song Tingyan was already downstairs.

    He is tall and thin, with soft chestnut hair hanging on his forehead. He is wearing a pure white dress and leaning on the dazzling supercar behind him.

    His smiling eyes were crooked, and his whole body exuded a dazzling light.

    Lin Siwan is not sensitive about cars, so Yang Xue was extremely excited: “Isn’t this a global limited edition sports car? I heard there are no more than ten units on the market!”

    She smiled teasingly, “You still call me rich, look at me.”

    Lin Siwan replied calmly, “I don’t care about this.”

    While speaking, Song Tingyan had already approached them.

    From the moment he saw Lin Siwan, his eyes seemed to be glued to her, and he couldn’t move his eyes away at all.

    The hot fire in his eyes was about to melt.

    Lin Siwan lowered her head in shame, not daring to look up at him.

    “Si Wan.” The tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing, and the tone of his voice was intoxicating.

    Lin Siwan lowered her head and held her little hands behind her back somewhat restrainedly.

    The most proud person is Yang Xue. Seeing Song Tingyan’s reaction, looking back on the past few hours of busy work, he finally realized that his efforts were not in vain.

    “Ahem, cough, cough.” She coughed twice on purpose and turned to Song Tingyan, “I’ll leave it to you, Xiaowan. You go to school first, I’ll be there later.”

    “Xiaoxue.” Lin Siwan called in a low voice, anxiously.

    It was inexplicably weird for her to be alone with Song Tingyan dressed like this.

    Yang Xue stuck out her tongue and ran away.

    Lin Siwan pursed her lips, how could this be possible.

    “Si Wan, my driving skills are actually pretty good.” Seeing her confused face, Song Tingyan revealed a smile on her lips, “You don’t have to worry about this.”

    Lin Siwan then raised her head to look at him, but when she looked at him, she felt even more awkward. Her rosy little mouth opened slightly, and she struggled for a long time before she came up with a sentence.

    “Do you have a driver’s license?”

    The sincerity of her question made Song Tingyan laugh.

    He holds the steering wheel with one hand and holds the back of her seat with the other.

    “Don’t worry, no one dares to stop me, and I still have my car.”

    Lin Siwan blinked, said “Oh” in a low voice, and turned to look out the window.

    The car speed is not fast, there is no annoying engine sound, only soothing piano music.

    Song Tingyan, even when he was driving, was as usual, making people relax involuntarily.

    As she approached school, her cell phone rang suddenly. She lowered her head and glanced lightly.

    There was silence for a few seconds, without moving or answering.

    Song Tingyan noticed the change in her expression and thoughtfully turned off the music in the car.

    Lin Siwan pursed her lips and slowly opened the phone with her fingertips to connect Jian.

    The voice was low, “Well, mom, it’s me.”

    When we arrived at the school, the school was already bustling with people.

    Students wearing various uniforms gathered around and had fun.

    When getting off the bus, Lin Siwan hesitated for a moment, remembering that Yang Xue had told her that she must take off her coat when getting off the bus.

    She had no choice but to take off her thick coat obediently.

    Song Tingyan glanced briefly, his breathing tightened, and his eyes went straight.

    Song Tingyan was really amazed. Even if he could vaguely see the outline of the dress, he could not control himself.

    She never thought that without the protection of her coat, her beauty would be so bright and dazzling that it would scatter all his consciousness.

    People couldn’t help but froze for a moment.

    Lin Siwan’s eyes were panicked and she wanted to put her coat back on.

    But his hand was suppressed by someone, and Song Tingyan stared at her, with red heat flowing in his eyes.

    “You’re beautiful like this.”

    He said, his breath was messed up.

    Lin Siwan was a little scared and quickly pulled away the hand that was suppressed by he. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

    She took the opportunity to open the door, stepped on her high heels, and rushed out of the car as if she was running away.

    Song Tingyan stared at her slender back, feeling annoyed.

    It seemed to scare her.

    The temperature was very low. Wearing such light clothes and without the protection of a coat, my body seemed to be floating in the cold wind, and I was shivering from the cold.

    Wearing thin high heels, she was still not used to it and walked crookedly.

    The venue was not far away. She felt uncomfortable with the cold, so she didn’t care and trotted over on her 10cm high heels.

    She didn’t care about the hot looks the students were giving her along the way.

    As soon as she entered the venue, a warmth enveloped her, as if surrounded by a powerful heat wave, and her curled up body couldn’t help but stretch out.

    The venue was packed with people. She took a few steps inside. When she looked up, she realized that everyone’s eyes seemed to be focused on her.

    Discussions spread endlessly from all directions, and everyone seemed to be looking at her from head to toe.

    She was not used to being looked at like this, so as soon as she reached a corner, she hurried around.

    The ground was wet and slippery, and the high heels were not stable when landing. His body tilted, but a strong arm helped him in time.

    When someone stands firm, she holds her head high and smiles to say thank you.

    “Thank you…”

    All the rest of the words were lost in my throat.

    I can’t pronounce a single word.

    The person who kindly helps her is the person she longs for but is afraid to see.

    The woman standing with him was charming in a red dress, with a professional smile on her lips.

    She was stuck in place, her heart hurting from the pressure, and she could hardly breathe.

    The man had a gloomy face and stared at her with lowered eyes.

    The blue and white porcelain cheongsam wraps her exquisite body and outlines her graceful curves vividly.

    Although Lin Siwan is petite, she has no shortage of fleshy parts. Her round breasts and perky buttocks are particularly highlighted against her slim waist.

    The skirt of the cheongsam is bifurcated and slit to the thighs. Her long bare legs are white and slender. Paired with a pair of stilettos, the curves of her legs are stretched to become slender and charming.

    Moving her eyes upward, she saw makeup on her face. The makeup was not heavy, but her lips were smeared with a bright red color.

    The overall temperament is not tacky at all, but is completely sexy and coquettish.

    Lin Siwan’s mind was buzzing.

    Although she was dressed like this, most of the reason was because of he, but when he really appeared in front of her, she seemed to have been tapped on her acupuncture points, and her whole body suddenly shut down.

    Su Yazhi pursed her lips and smiled, leaned slightly closer to Qin Mo’s ear, and whispered a few words.

    Qin Mo nodded, turned around, twisted her waist and walked away.

    There were only two of him left, and she was even more helpless. She was so upset that she didn’t know where to put her little hands.

    He’s dark eyes were stained with the flames of the scorching sun, showing her pitiful look with low eyebrows, and her voice couldn’t help but soften.

    “Why are you dressed like this?”

    He’s tone was light, but when it reached Lin Siwan’s ears, it was harsh, as if he was mocking her.

    It’s like asking, how can you wear something like this?

    She felt aggrieved at first, and then felt uncomfortable and angry.

    Why can’t she wear it?

    Is that the only one who is qualified to wear such feminine clothes?

    The more Lin Siwan thought about it, the angrier she became. She raised her head and was about to snap back angrily when she felt a sudden weight on her shoulders.

    She tilted her head, and her strong long arms wrapped around her shoulders, gently pulling her into his arms.

    Song Tingyan raised his hand and fiddled with the scattered hair on her temples affectionately.

    “Running so fast?”

    When he complained, his tone was sweet.

    He said with a smile in his eyes, “I almost couldn’t find you.”

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