Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 349 Do it?
Shen Yanci laughed in exasperation. He looked at her for two seconds and asked, "Are you talking about clothes or people?"

"..."

The sales associate was truly impressed this time, praising, "My dear, you have impeccable taste in both clothes and boyfriends."

She continued to chime in, her voice slightly lower, as if whispering to Qin Zhao: "Your boyfriend and you have such a good relationship. The way he looks at you is almost melting, like a groom waiting for his bride to change into her wedding dress."

"..."

Qin Zhao subconsciously looked at Shen Yanci. Shen Yanci had obviously heard what the salesperson said, and his eyes were both playful and profound.

She licked her slightly dry lips and changed the subject: "Where's the mirror?"

The salesperson led them to the mirror.

The exquisitely tailored clothing, with its brown tones layered to create a retro feel, exudes a cool and understated luxury, understated yet full of personality.

Shen Yanci stood next to Qin Zhao, but his gaze fell on her through the mirror.

The salesperson showered you with compliments: "These two outfits are like they were tailor-made for you. You two, aloof heiress and noble young master, are the kind of couple that are evenly matched in appearance, just like the ones you see online. It couldn't be more perfect for you."

Shen Yanci agreed: "It is indeed very suitable."

Qin Zhao: "Wrap it up."

"Okay." The sales associate knew who was in charge and looked at Qin Zhao eagerly. "Honey, could you take a picture of you two? It looks so good."

She was incredibly emotionally resonant, even recommending that they wear a scarf during the photoshoot: "They might wear it when it gets colder."

She added to Shen Yanci, "Couple scarves."

Shen Yanci: "Let me try it."

"..."

The saleswoman's smile grew brighter and brighter. Looking at Qin Zhao's pants, she suggested again, "Honey, why don't you try on a skirt?"

“Your legs are so long, you’ll definitely look great in a skirt.” She said, holding up a skirt to show Qin Zhao. “This skirt is very versatile and has a great autumn/winter feel. It’s just as good as pants. You’ll look amazing in it.”

Qin Zhao lowered her eyelashes: "I don't like skirts."

The salesperson seemed slightly disappointed, but clearly hadn't given up, saying tactfully, "That's a pity. This dress really suits you; you would look beautiful in it."

As she spoke, she looked at Shen Yanci, trying to pull him into the group she was trying to persuade, and smiled, "Does your boyfriend think so too?"

Qin Zhao pursed his lips slightly.

Shen Yanci paused, looking at the skirt, as if realizing something.

He lifted his eyelids slightly and said lazily, "I think she's the only one who's pretty; she looks good in anything."

Upon hearing this, the salesperson smiled and didn't try to persuade them further.

Qin Zhao glanced at him, then looked away.

Shen Yanci walked to her side and looked in the mirror: "The pants are very nice, very pretty."

The two people in the mirror stand side by side, their matching outfits a silent declaration.

They packed up all the outfits they had chosen, and the sales associate remained enthusiastic: "We also have couple's pajamas, slippers, and little accessories. Would you like to take a look?"

"..."

When making the payment, Qin Zhao did not choose to have it recorded in the bill and swiped his own card.

Back in the car.

Shen Yanci pulled out a gift box from somewhere and gave it to her, his voice casual: "A return gift."

Qin Zhao hesitated before accepting the gift, then opened the box. Inside was a rose gold wristwatch with a crown pattern on the dial, which shimmered under the light and looked vaguely familiar.

She doesn't know much about watches, but she's picked them up from experience and knows a bit about Rolex, a brand that's probably not cheap.

Shen Yanci: "Want to try it on?"

Qin Zhao was wearing a watch on her left wrist, and she wanted to put it on her right wrist, but she couldn't get it on after trying twice.

Shen Yanci gripped the steering wheel, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Do you need my help?"

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelashes and offered his wrist.

Shen Yanci took the watch and placed it on her wrist; the metallic texture carried a slight coolness. The light from above cast flickering shadows on his face. His expression was serious, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed against the skin of her wrist, bringing a tingling warmth.

Qin Zhao curled his fingers.

With a click, Shen Yanci closed his eyelids: "All done."

Qin Zhao whispered a thank you and was about to withdraw his hand when he caught a glimpse of Shen Yanci's wrist, where he was wearing the same men's watch.

Shen Yanci casually revealed his wrist, placing it side by side with hers. He didn't get any closer, but it was impossible to ignore.

The contrast between the skeletal structure and the slenderness, along with the subtle color differences, creates an invisible tension.

Shen Yanci: "Do you like it?"

She hummed in agreement: "I like it."

Shen Yanci's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then remember to wear it."

She gave him the clothes on a whim, but his return gift seemed to have been planned for a long time.

The itch in my wrist still seemed to linger, the night view outside the window kept receding, and a sense of fatigue seemed to slowly creep in.
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"How about trying on a different skirt?"

Perhaps the darkness has the power to make thoughts wander, Qin Zhao suddenly felt a sense of floating in the air.

She was ultimately different from normal girls. Shen Yanci wanted to have a proper relationship.

What if she can't do it?
The uncomfortable feeling of confinement in my right wrist surged along with the pent-up frustration in my heart.

Her face turned to the window, watching the blurry neon lights flash by. Her mind went blank, and her shadow looked lonely in the night.

Perhaps it was because she had developed PTSD from her past coldness and aloofness, but Shen Yanci disliked the cold atmosphere between them: "Are you tired?"

"Hmm?" Qin Zhao snapped out of his daze and perked up a bit. "A little."

Shen Yanci slightly curled his fingers, tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, and suddenly asked, "Doing homework?"

Qin Zhao was stunned for a moment, not following his train of thought.

Shen Yanci's voice was low and magnetic as he made it clear: "Holding hands for two minutes, do you want to review it again?"

Qin Zhao then turned his attention to him.

He stared straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel, seemingly focused on driving. The lines of his profile were even more distinct in the flickering light.

The hand casually resting on the armrest box, with its distinct knuckles and slightly hooked fingers, seemed to indicate that it was free to hold hands.

Shen Yanci didn't wait for her reply, turned to look at her, and asked quite naturally, "Shall we do it?"

"..."

Holding hands was the simplest action that Lin Jianwei designed based on their situation.

Qin Zhao moved his lips slightly, reminding him, "You're driving."

Not refusing means there's a chance.

Shen Yanci seriously suggested, "Don't make today's homework so perfect, can we just hold hands for 80 seconds first?"

"..."

Qin Zhao was both amused and exasperated: "So you were driving too?"

Shen Yanci remained noncommittal. His interruption brought Qin Zhao's wandering thoughts to a halt.

After a while, Shen Yanci suddenly called out to her: "Zhaozhao".

"Ok?"

"The light is red."

The car slowed down and finally came to a stop. The light and shadows flowing outside the window froze, and the green reflected in my eyes turned into a quiet red.

The dashboard ticked away, like a countdown.

Shen Yanci: "If we start now, we can still do it for seventy-five seconds."

"..."