Fashion boutique.
"Zhang Miaoyan, do you really have no friends? You just had to drag me along to buy clothes with you, and you're still being so picky."
Yue Xiaoyang sat on the sofa, complaining the whole time. He was just too nice, always being bossed around.
This was already the seventh boutique they visited, and Zhang Miaoyan still hadn't picked out a dress she liked. Yue Xiaoyang wished he could buy her a dozen dresses and let her choose at home, just to get her to let him leave.
He never accompanied women to go shopping; today was a rare exception of his kindness.
Zhang Miaoyan ignored his complaints. She picked up a long red dress and compared it against herself, asking him, "Xiao Yang, how does this dress look?"
"It's nice, looks good." He didn't even actually look.
Zhang Miaoyan grumbled, "Take a proper look!"
Yue Xiaoyang looked up and gave a cursory glance, saying, "Hmm, looks good."
