When buying clothes, a small incident occurred. Wu Shuwei was picking out underwear, and Li Yifei was following beside her, not looking around, just openly admiring, which actually made Wu Shuwei a little embarrassed. For so many years, she had always bought things, especially underwear, by herself. With a man by her side, she always felt that Li Yifei's gaze carried some deep meaning.
Seeing Wu Shuwei picking up a black lace underwear, Li Yifei said, "This doesn't suit you. Your skin isn't fair. Pure black underwear doesn't look good, and besides, the design here and here isn't very good. With your figure and hip shape, wearing this would feel constricting, and over time, it's not good for down there."
Wu Shuwei, as if electrocuted, put the panties back, took a few steps closer, then suddenly turned around and said to Li Yifei, "What I buy is what I like, can you not talk nonsense?"
"Just a friendly tip, don't tell me at your age, you still don't know what style you should wear."
