"Fourth Brother, how about this one?"
"It's fine."
"And this one?"
"Not bad. Sit properly inside, be careful not to fall."
"Oh."
With a pouting mouth, Bi Xia obediently sat on the handle of the cart, playing with the pendant while her eyes wandered to the young man picking items to the side.
Unintentionally or not, Bi Xia suddenly noticed that the young man was also wearing a hooded short-sleeve shirt today. Bi Xia's was gray, and the young man's was black. The dark pants highlighted his long legs, with one hand in his pocket and the other lightly stretched out, carefully examining a can from the shelf.
Tilting her head slightly, Bi Xia clicked her tongue lightly. Wearing a suit made him look mature, but without it, he seemed younger. No matter what he wore, he pulled it off well, each outfit having its own flavor. How come all the good things went to Fourth Brother?
[Mainly because of his face,] 007 suddenly interjected.
