"You can choose whatever clothes you have here." Yin took Song Xiyue to an exquisite clothes store.

The interior decoration of the store is very gorgeous, and the lights on the ceiling also emit a soft light. When Yin followed Song Xiyue in, Song Xiyue found that Yin's originally hard and cold face seemed to have become a little softer under the light. She couldn't help but smile and ask, "Hey, what's your full name? Is it just Yin?"

"This is not something you should care about." Under the light, although Yin's face was a little soft, his tone was still a little cold and hard.

Song Xiyue curled her lips unhappily, then picked a white dress and said, "Just this."

"Then you try it." Yin glanced at the skirt that Song Xiyue chose, and asked Song Xiyue to go to the fitting room without any objection.

Song Xiyue has a very good figure, with a bulge in front and a raised back. Although she is not tall, her legs are slender and straight. Wearing this white dress, it can be said that she is descending to earth with a fairy with graceful corners and a white collar that makes her face look rosy.

Yin nodded with satisfaction, "It turns out that he is naturally beautiful. Is it so beautiful if I just choose a skirt?"

"Even if you flatter me now, I will not forgive you for your cold words to me before." Song Xiyue looked in the mirror and tidied up the collar of her skirt and said righteously.

"Haha." Yin laughed helplessly twice, and after paying the money for the skirt, he turned around and wanted to say something to Song Xiyue, but he saw that Song Xiyue had already left alone.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yin's eyes.

He left without waiting for him. Could it be that he was really angry?

Yin and a few trotted easily caught up with Song Xiyue who had left first, reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. Song Xiyue was forced to stop and turn her head to look at him with a confused look, "What do you want me to see?"

"Yinlu." The thin silver lips opened lightly, highlighting these two words lightly.

"What's wrong? Do you want to drink Yinlu peanut milk or eight-treasure porridge?" Song Xiyue asked with big eyes blinking.

"Damn." Yin swears in anger and swears, and raises his tone and emphasizes, "I mean my full name is Yinlu!"

"puff!!"

Song Xiyue burst into laughter. Although she only had saliva in her mouth, she still sprayed some saliva. Then she covered her mouth and laughed wildly, "Hahaha, Yin, why are you called Yinlu? Is Yinlu peanut milk developed by your family? Hahahaha!"

"Song Xiyue!" Yin lowered his head and gritted his teeth and called Song Xiyue's name.

"Come!" Song Xiyue suppressed her smile, stood up straight and looked at Yin, waiting for his next move.

"Is it funny?" Silver's lips bent slightly, raised a sinister smile, and he lowered his head and asked softly.

"Not funny at all!" Song Xiyue shook her head vigorously, but when she saw Yin's face, she couldn't hold back the name Yinlu and burst into laughter.

Because her smile was exaggerated, her slender shoulders trembled. In the end, she was so tired that she simply squatted on the ground and kept smiling.

Yin let go of Song Xiyue's wrist with a cold face and said coldly, "Song Xiyue has broken up!"
Chapter completed!