Even if I'm a Fake Heiress, I Will Dare to Be Trashy-Chapter 195: Prison Part (Main Line) 84: Adding More to Ammonia Acid Acid 02

Shen Yue heard Si Chengyou's meaningful words and looked away without responding. She took Mo Aman to go change clothes.

However, Hanfu clothes were very complicated to put on. Shen Yue racked her brains for a long time and could only follow the original order of the neatly placed clothes, putting them on her body one by one. Mo Aman was also randomly dressing by feel.

After folding for a while, Shen Yue and Mo Aman looked at each other, always feeling that it was not quite the same as the complete set of clothes they had seen outside.

"Boss, are these clothes like this? Do I look good in them?"

Shen Yue was silent and said nothing. It looked good, but she always felt something was wrong.

Shen Yue watched for a while before realizing that Mo Aman had tied a red thing to her chest.

She remembered that the red thing was originally tied at the waist of the clothes.

"Aman, this one goes on the waist."

"Really? I thought it was a breast wrap."

"I don't think this dynasty of clothing had breast wraps, only belly wraps."

"Belly wraps? What do belly wraps look like?"

"I'll buy one and show you next time."

"Okay."

The two chatted freely in the spacious dressing room, not thinking about guard No. 14 standing outside, along with Mr. Si Chengyou.

Si Chengyou had only pretended not to hear at first, but when Shen Yue and Mo Aman turned the topic from belly wraps to discussing how dangling breasts should be handled, he finally couldn't stand it.

He was fine, just an old man. But hadn't he seen the innocent little boy No. 14, whose ears were almost bleeding?

"Why don't you two check the order of dressing according to what I said," Si Chengyou said from the outside, reminding them that the dressing room was not very soundproof.

Then, without waiting for a reply from inside, he started talking on his own. "The innermost white one is a zhongyi. First tie the left side strap of the zhongyi, then tie the right side strap. Tie the inside first, then the outside."

After Si Chengyou spoke, the voices inside disappeared, replaced by the sound of clothes rubbing.

When he estimated the time was almost up, Si Chengyou continued, "The method of wearing the skirt is the same as the zhongyi. Surround the zhongyi with the skirt, first tie the left strap, then wrap the skirt around the waist and tie the outer strap of the skirt."

"Next is the curved hem... wide waistband..."

After Si Chengyou finished speaking, it wasn't long before Shen Yue and Mo Aman came out from inside.

It goes without saying for Shen Yue. She wore a light green long dress with light blue peonies embroidered on the cuffs, with silver threads outlining auspicious clouds. The hem was blue sea clouds, and her black hair cascaded down her back as she moved gracefully like a willow in the wind.

Although Mo Aman was not as delicate as Shen Yue, she had deliberately changed her face, and also had a touching charm.

No. 14 glanced at Shen Yue and imperceptibly looked away.

Si Chengyou frankly admired Shen Yue with an approving look, sincerely praising, "It suits you very well, but there’s a small problem with the tied ribbon. Can I help you tie it again?"

Shen Yue looked at the bow she had casually tied that looked chewed up by a dog, and obediently nodded.

Si Chengyou walked over and semi-squatted in front of Shen Yue to untie the ribbons on her body and retie them, making a completely different, fluttering bow.

Mo Aman didn't dare to let Si Chengyou tie hers. She went to the side to learn and then secretly ran to the other side to tidy up by herself.

Shen Yue was also a little dumbfounded at her brand new self in the mirror. It turned out that wearing different clothes could also turn herself into someone completely different.

While Shen Yue was appreciating her new clothes, Si Chengyou had somehow brought over a bunch of accessories, including hairpins, earrings, beaded necklaces, sequins, and so on.

Si Chengyou stood next to Shen Yue and looked at her through the mirror. "Would you like your hair in a falling bun? I think that would look even better."

Shen Yue tilted her head and asked, "How do you know all this?"

There was a tiny stiffening in Si Chengyou's expression, then he quickly recovered and said, "My sister really likes these things. I always watched next to her and learned."

Shen Yue did not inquire further, only nodded.

Si Chengyou was half a head taller than Shen Yue, so there was no need for her to sit. He could directly style her hair with hairpins.

At this time, only No. 14 had complex feelings.

Why! Why was he the only one who hadn't combed Shen Yue's hair yet!

He resented it!

The werewolf brothers next door had been sitting quietly knitting sweaters since Si Chengyou sent someone to bring them yarn. They seemed indifferent to everything outside, but Si Chengyou knew that judging by the tautness of those muscles, they were clearly not in a relaxed posture, but a combat stance.

Mo Aman, who had changed clothes with Shen Yue earlier, had also taken the opportunity to poison Shen Yue’s clothes. Si Chengyou knew clearly that if he had any trouble and did not get the antidote in time, he would die from the poison imperceptibly.

As for No. 14, there was no need to elaborate. He was always on guard.

None of the people Shen Yue had brought were harmless.

Si Chengyou suddenly felt a little emotional. The young girl who had just come out of Building 1, walking on thin ice, had become someone capable of standing on her own so quickly. If it were him, could he achieve this?

The answer was obviously no.

Something that took utmost effort to accomplish was not the same concept as something others could easily do.

All seemingly peaceful times on the surface involved people gambling their lives.

Just like Si Chengyou now, using his life as a bargaining chip to briefly keep Shen Yue here.

Si Chengyou had styled Shen Yue’s hair into a bun, inserted hairpins, pasted on sequins, as if treasuring her.

Shen Yue had thought she could see through Si Chengyou, but now she was confused again.

Why was Si Chengyou going to such lengths?

As Shen Yue thought this, she asked just that. She knew more clearly than anyone that calculations between her and Si Chengyou were meaningless now.

Si Chengyou’s hand gently slid down from Shen Yue’s hair, bringing up a hint of sandalwood. "Not everything needs to have a purpose, just as some people's kindness does not seek reward."

Shen Yue interrupted Si Chengyou. "But this is the Land of Broken Wings."

Si Chengyou paused and nodded. "Yes, this is the Land of Broken Wings, so I have to stake my life just to get you to lower your guard. If we met under normal circumstances, maybe I would tell you about the scenery of different worlds, tell you about human kindness, take you to see ordinary yet still struggling to live well... Not let your eyes see only the ugliness of human nature."