The skirt is very long and elegant, with snowflakes and plum blossoms embroidered on it.

I don't know what kind of technique Cheng Yinian used. The snowflakes and plum blossoms didn't look like they were embroidered on the skirt at all, but as if they had just fallen from the air and landed on the hem of the skirt.

Si Qingmo saw such a skirt being held in Cheng Yi Nian's hands, and the effect of the skirt on Cheng Yi Nian's body subconsciously appeared in his mind.

He kind of wanted to see her look in this dress.

So he said: "If you carry it like this, I can't see clearly. Please put it on and take a look."

Cheng Yinian looked at Si Qingmo in surprise, "Should I wear it?"

"Well, give it a try." Si Qingmo said.

"I can't try it on well. It's not made according to my size." Cheng Yinian said: "This kind of clothes must fit perfectly to make it look good. If it doesn't fit, it will look ugly."

Si Qingmo looked up and down Cheng Yinian's figure and said, "You should be dressed appropriately. Your measurements should be similar to that model, right? You're just a little shorter than her."

Cheng Yinian looked up at him, "You think I'm short?"

Si Qingmo's head was full of black lines, "You women can't listen to what others say completely? Why do you always only hear the half of the sentence that denies yourself?"

"Then why do you deny me?" Cheng Yinian asked.

Si Qingmo: "I didn't deny you."

Cheng Yinian: "You just said it yourself. When we women listen to others, we can only hear the words that others deny us."

Si Qingmo: "Okay, I was wrong."

Cheng Yinian raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Don't think you have a good attitude in admitting your mistake. This matter is just over. I have to talk to you."

Si Qingmo nodded, "Okay, you say it, you say it, I'm all ears."

Cheng Yinian licked his lips and said: "My height of 165 is not actually short. I am not a model. I am just an ordinary person. I think 165 is a normal height. Why do you still dislike me for being short? I am Just call me a little bird."

Si Qingmo's mouth twitched, he coughed slightly, and said, "You are not being obedient. You are not a little bird. You are at the level of an eagle."

Cheng Yinian glared at him, "What are you talking about? I'm talking about height. Let me tell you, I'm not short anyway. I don't care what you think. I don't think I'm short. I'm not short. You can do whatever you want. Go to the ground."

Si Qingmo nodded quickly, "You're not short. I didn't say you were short. I just said you were shorter than that model."

"What's wrong with being shorter than a model? I don't rely on my figure to make a living, so what's wrong with my stature? Sister, what I rely on is my talent." Cheng Yinian said fiercely.

Si Qingmo was amused by her mean-spirited appearance. He smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you are talented. You can obviously rely on your reputation to make a living. You have to be so talented."

"Huh." Cheng Yinian snorted coldly.

"Can we try on clothes now?" Si Qingmo asked.

Cheng Yinian then took the finished skirt and went to her room.

Soon, she got dressed and came out. While getting dressed, she messed up the bun on top of her head. She casually pulled out the chopstick holding her hair, and her long hair spread down her back.

She walked out while combing her long hair with her fingers.

Si Qingmo was putting away the things he had brought back. He collected another bottle of wine and placed it in the place of the bottle that Cheng Yi Nian drank.

As soon as he put down the wine, he heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he was completely stunned.

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