Xu Ke felt a jolt run through him, his whole body going numb. He grabbed Wong Qifu's hand. "Don't. Stop messing around."
His eyes darted around like a headless fly. With Wong Qifu pulling a stunt like this in public, won't I have to leave the clothing store hunched over later?
"Who's messing around? I'm being serious. Didn't you want me to wear something a little more revealing?"
Wong Qifu took the silk dress from Xu Ke, casually hung it aside, and pointed to the qipao he had just been staring at. "Why don't you take that one down?"
"No, no."
"How about that one?" Wong Qifu pointed to a V-neck camisole hanging on the wall six meters to Xu Ke's right.
"No, no."
Wong Qifu's gaze shifted to a nearby red velvet, hip-hugging dress that exuded an air of lavish luxury. "This one?"
"No, no."
