“Small place, nothing much to choose from in terms of clothes. You’ll have to make do.”
Ke Li explained the reason.
It wasn’t that she was fast—it was purely because West District Street didn’t have much variety.
Plus, Yang Liuqing had restricted them to sportswear, so they could only look in sports brand stores.
The selection was naturally even smaller.
She didn’t even need to browse.
She just grabbed the first decent-looking thing she saw.
Shoes were even simpler—whatever caught her eye in the same store, she bought.
The trickier part was the other items.
“…Ke Li, I don’t remember asking you to buy a black lace bra and panties.”
Yang Liuqing flipped through the bag, and her pretty face twitched.
“Xiao Qingqing, times have changed. You need to face reality. These are necessities.”
Ke Li smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.
“That’s right, Master. They’re necessities.”
Ke Ling nodded slightly.
“Going without underneath will cause problems.”
“…That makes sense.”
Yang Liuqing wasn’t entirely convinced, but after thinking it over, going commando would lead to all sorts of friction, distracting her and affecting her performance.
When you’re on the run, even the smallest issue gets blown out of proportion.
“Master, no time to waste. Change quickly.”
Ke Ling waved her small hand, and a gray barrier appeared around them.
Light could still pass through, but the view was warped and distorted.
It was even worse than frosted glass.
No need to worry about anyone peeping from outside.
Yang Liuqing mentally thanked Ke Ling for her thoughtfulness.
Without further fuss, she stripped right there.
She had no guard up against those two little ones.
After all, the three of them were bound by fate—it wasn’t like a look would cost her anything.
“So pervy~ I never look at stuff like this!”
Still, Ke Li’s mischievous antics made her a bit exasperated.
The little girl covered her face with both hands, but her wide eyes peeked through the gaps, staring straight at her.
“Master, you have breasts.”
Ke Ling was slightly surprised.
Hearing this, Yang Liuqing looked down and her expression changed.
“Holy crap, bun mountains!”
She’d been wearing loose clothes and never noticed—it turned out her chest had been steadily growing.
“Hahaha, Xiao Qingqing is so slow to catch on!”
Ke Li had obviously known all along.
Otherwise, the bra she bought wouldn’t have fit.
“Small and cute, too.”
Ke Ling gave an objective evaluation of the slightly swelling twin bun mountains.
‘This is terrible. I knew the changes were still happening.’
Yang Liuqing almost cried.
But she still tried to put on the bra.
“How do I do this?”
Having never worn one before, there was no way she’d get it right on the first try.
“Xiao Qingqing, I’ll help you!”
Ke Li volunteered, floating behind her to fasten the clasp.
“It’s a bit tight. Ke Li, did you really get the right size?”
Yang Liuqing was uncomfortable.
“Impossible. I measured carefully.”
Ke Li adjusted it for her.
“Is that better?”
“Yeah, it’s a lot looser.”
Yang Liuqing felt some relief, but the constricting sensation still bothered her.
“Master, you’ll get used to it after a while.”
Ke Ling told her not to worry.
Given time, it would become natural.
“I got it.”
After putting on the bra, Yang Liuqing picked up the black lace panties and her mouth twitched.
“Why are there so many cutouts?”
“The saleslady said these are the latest style this year. Wearing them increases allure!”
Ke Li gave a thumbs-up, proud of her choice.
“I’m going to smack you one day.”
Yang Liuqing felt helpless—they were running for their lives, and she was supposed to “increase allure”?
Allure for whom?!
Though she resisted inwardly, this wasn’t the time to be picky. She needed to get dressed and make a getaway.
“…The texture isn’t bad. Ke Li, how much did this set cost?”
Right after putting them on, Yang Liuqing asked about the price.
Ke Li held up one finger.
“Not expensive—exactly 1,000.”
“A thousand?!”
Yang Liuqing thought she’d misheard.
A whole 1,000! Normally, her entire outfit from head to toe didn’t even cost 200.
Now her underwear alone cost 1,000. That was reckless—beyond reckless, my Ke Li!
“Xiao Qingqing, don’t worry about it. There’s enough money left to last us for a while—provided we make it through tonight.”
Ke Li’s words instantly calmed her down.
‘Yeah, if I don’t survive tonight, whatever money is left doesn’t matter.’
Whether underwear cost 1,000 or 10,000, it was irrelevant.
Because only the living have the right to complain.
Money can be borrowed again; but if you’re dead, you’re gone.
If Chen Yanran knew about this shift in her thinking, she’d be absolutely dumbfounded.
‘So you’re just planning to fleece one fat sheep dry?’
“Anta. It’s a brand-name item.”
Having come to terms with it, Yang Liuqing decided to let it all go—eat, drink, and be merry today, and let tomorrow’s floods come as they may.
“Is it good?”
Ke Ling didn’t know much about brands.
“Not bad. At least better than what I used to wear. Maybe 200 a set?”
Yang Liuqing wasn’t sure.
“Xiao Qingqing really knows her stuff—exactly 250.”
Ke Li snickered.
“…Two hundred fifty again.”
Yang Liuqing muttered as she pulled on the black-and-white tracksuit, pursing her lips.
‘What kind of cursed connection do I have with 250?’
“It fits you well, Master.”
Ke Ling circled around Yang Liuqing and nodded in satisfaction.
“That’s because I measured her right.”
Ke Li puffed out her chest.
“Cut it out. These aren’t custom clothes—the sizes are all about the same.”
Yang Liuqing poked her little face with a finger.
Then she put on her socks and shoes.
They were white sneakers, simple in design—no flashy patterns or complicated lines.
They felt a bit tight when she put them on.
That was the usual problem with new shoes—they needed breaking in.
But Ke Ling and Ke Li obviously weren’t going to give her that time.
The two of them stomped on the shoes in unison, softening them up.
“My new shoes…”
Yang Liuqing rarely got a new pair, and before she could even enjoy them, they’d been trampled soft, losing that snug fit.
“Master, shoes should be comfortable and fit well.”
Ke Ling consoled her.
“Xiao Qingqing, you don’t want to walk around with sore feet, do you?”
Ke Li put her hands on her hips, quite pleased with herself.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Yang Liuqing pretended not to hear or see, stretching her body a few times. It felt good.
Much more comfortable than before.
As if suddenly remembering something, Ke Li hurriedly grabbed the only remaining bag and brought it over.
“Xiao Qingqing, there are quite a few Social Youth and suspicious official types looking for you outside. Time to run!”
Yang Liuqing took the bag and opened it—it was a black full-face motorcycle helmet.
“In broad daylight? Don’t they need a break?”
After grumbling, she took out the helmet and put it on.
“Master, leave the clothes here. It’ll mislead them.”
Ke Ling suggested.
“Good idea, but it’s best to drop them in several places.”
Afraid that Chise Liequan might track them again, Yang Liuqing decided to make multiple preparations.
Ke Li gathered up the discarded clothes and smirked.
“Hehe, Xiao Qingqing’s original scent clothes—clearance sale!”
“Sell your head.”
Yang Liuqing couldn’t be bothered with her, quickly swung a leg over the Hongda motorcycle she’d borrowed from Huang Mao last night, kicked up the stand, and started the engine.
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