"Try this one on."
"This one's not bad, try it too."
"Hey, that one has a nice color."
The clothes shopping didn't go quite as Qin Guanglin had imagined. He usually just stood in front of a pile of clothes, picked out the one he liked best, checked the size, paid, bagged it, and left.
He Fang seemed to treat him like a clothes hanger, having him try on whatever style she saw, and none were the ordinary short-sleeve T-shirts but all sorts of strange styles he'd never usually consider.
"…I think that short-sleeve one over there looks pretty good," Qin Guanglin pointed to a dark blue shirt a few steps away.
"Shut up, go try this on," He Fang didn't even bother to look, handing him a batwing top from nearby. "I don't care what you think, I care what I think."
"…"
Qin Guanglin regretfully took his gaze off the shirt, holding the weird clothes she picked and went back into the fitting room.
He had suggested going shopping; he had to hold back tears and endure.