Chapter 8 - 8: This One Fits My Size
8 Chapter 8: This One Fits My Size
Translator: Exodus Tales
Editor: Exodus Tales
“There’s clothes in the dressing room, go change into them yourself.”
Somehow, Qiao Sinian had already changed into a gray nightgown. His hair was half dry and his entire body exuded a strong sense of masculinity.
His nightgown was half open and revealed a slither of his skin which permeated sexiness.
“Oh.”
Ye Jiaqi’s expression was filled with apathy as she quickly ran away from him.
As she ran, she sneezed several times.
There were several different styles of clothing in the dressing room. She picked a simple white shirt, and a pair of jeans and then quickly dried her hair.
In the past, when Master Qiao was in a good mood, he would dry her hair for her.
But most of the time, Master Qiao wouldn’t be in a good mood.
And every time he did blow dry her hair for her, he would mess up her hairstyle which would cause her to be discontent.
“Master Qiao, can you do it more softly?”
“No, you’re not meant to blow dry hair like this.”
“Don’t put the hairdryer that close! It’s hot!”
“Forget it, forget it. Master Qiao, I beg of you, don’t blow dry my hair again on a whim.”
That was the first time Ye Jiaqi saw Master Qiao’s expression of frustration.
However, it was Master Qiao blow-drying her hair, so she didn’t dare to not compliment him.
Why would a leader of the business world learn what a hair salon girl does?
She was young at that time so she would argue with Qiao Sinian. But now that she thought about it, he probably blow-dried her hair as practice, so he could dry the hair for his future beloved.
“Achoo!”
Ye Jiaqi sneezed again which made her withdraw her thoughts.
She gently patted her own face and eyed herself in the mirror.
Whilst that little girl from years ago had grown up, she still had no chest or butt.
She pulled at the corner of her lips before she tied up her hair and walked out of the dressing room.
It was a bit cold here. Her entire body was ice cold as she hugged both of her arms.
However, as soon as she came out, she saw Qiao Sinian going through her backpack!
“How can you touch someone else’s things without asking them?” Ye Jiaqi asked in a displeased tone. She took a few steps forward and grabbed her bag back.
She placed the backpack in front of her chest, as though she was protecting her own child.
Despite doing so, he still took a box of condoms.
Qiao Sinian playfully glanced at the box in his hand before looking at her innocent little face and exclaimed, “I can touch anything that is yours. Including you!”
“And remember, this one fits my size.”
When he finished talking, Master Qiao arrogantly threw the box in Ye Jiaqi’s arms.
The box drew a parabola in the air before Ye Jiaqi scrambled to catch it.
As she looked down, it read, Size: Large.
How incredibly shameless! How incredibly incredibly shameless!
More shameless than anyone else she’s seen before in her life!
Ye Jiaqi returned the box to her backpack, with her entire face full of disdain.
“You really lack money?”
Qiao Sinian took out a cigarette and sandwiched it between his fingers as his gaze fell on her face. She didn’t understand why he looked at her in that way.
Ye Jiaqi didn’t even look up as she replied to his hoarse yet low voice. “No, I’m not.”
“Then why come out and do this sort of business?”
“Hobby.”
Qi Si Nian was at a loss of words. This hobby was really… Special.
“From tomorrow on, don’t come out and sell these things again!” Master Qiao ordered coldly.
“Why?”
Ye Jiaqi looked at him with her large eyes.
They didn’t have any relationship whatsoever, so why does she need to listen to him?
“If others hear, I will be ashamed,” he replied with a blank expression.
“Master Qiao, don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone that we know each other.” Ye Jiaqi vowed sarcastically.
“Is that so?” Qiao Sinian continued.
“Yes. I really wouldn’t tell anyone that we know each other. In fact, we were never… close anyways.”
Qiao Sinian didn’t reply, however, there was a flash of coldness that passed through his eyes.
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