Fast Travel: Strategies and Counter-Strikes

Chapter 111 Dresses
"If you do this again, I will call the police." Ming Hua bit her lip and frowned.

Looking at her like this, Qi Yuan spread his hands helplessly, "Okay, okay, I promise you."

After receiving Qi Yuan's rare surrender, Ming Hua was a little at a loss. She moved her face away from her scorching gaze. She looked at the dress again. She really... wanted to try it.

"I'll return the deposit to you." Ming Hua turned around and Qi Yuan said.

Qi Yuan was slightly startled, then laughed, he waved his hand, "No, this was originally prepared for you. If you have to repay something, give me your repayment?"

"...Thank you very much." Ming Hua directly ignored the second condition. Since he didn't want it, she still had some money left.

Ming Hua bypassed him, ready to let the waiter come in to pick up the clothes.

Qi Yuan stood behind her, silently glanced at Minghua, then turned his head to look at the dress, an unpredictable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ming Hua quickly went to the fitting room to try on the dress. The cut size was just right. It just so happened that generally speaking, high-end dresses would be a bit out of shape, but this one was not. It almost fit her figure perfectly.

"Shhh-"

The curtain of the fitting room was opened by Ming Hua, she walked out a few steps barefoot, and caught a glimpse of Qi Yuan who was bored reading magazines on the sofa, her expression sank instantly.

"Why are you here?"

"You asked this question 10 minutes ago. Since it's the dress I ordered, of course I want to see if it suits you." Qi Yuan lazily leaned on the sofa, and his formal suit made him more than usual A serious and handsome.

As he spoke, he raised his head and was stunned for a moment when his eyes fell on Ming Hua.

"..."

Ming Hua endured without saying anything, and turned a blind eye to his dazed look.

She turned around and faced the wide fitting mirror. In the mirror, she was wearing that gown. Her black hair was casually scattered on her thin shoulders. Her delicate collarbone was exposed under her slender neck. The tube top was dotted with rose patterns. The light-colored lace, from the narrow waist, high-quality tailoring all the way to the ankles, the dark blue color gradually becomes richer, and the pearls on the skirt shine brightly under the light.

Qi Yuan chuckled behind his back, the laughter was faintly mixed with a hint of sarcasm.

He got up, walked slowly to Ming Hua's side, and exclaimed, "No matter how many times you have been reincarnated, Ming Hua, you are still...beautiful as always."

At this moment, Ming Hua asked him, "Qi Yuan, where will you be when you are not doing the strategy mission?"

Qi Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Why are you asking this? Anyway, you also..."

In the middle of speaking, he paused, and asked Ming Hua with a little interest, "Do you want to go and see it?"

Ming Hua was about to answer.

Qi Yuan continued on his own, "But it's impossible, unless... In short, it's temporarily impossible. You were created by the author, and we are characters of the same dimension as the author. You are separated from us. How about a dimension... We can lower the dimension and come to your world, but it is even more difficult for you to increase the dimension to go to ours."

Ming Hua pursed her lips, and finished listening to this passage with a complicated expression.

It was the first time I heard the raiders say these words so frankly. They clearly realized that they were human beings with their own lives, their past, present and future, but in their eyes, they were just a bunch of data, a bunch of data. It's just a task.

It's ridiculous.

(End of this chapter)