"Thank you."
When it came to compliments, Lan Miaomiao didn't seem to enjoy them. To be honest, since she became aware, there had never been a shortage of compliments from the opposite sex around her.
Moreover, she didn't like sugar-coated bullets; praise was sometimes a beautiful hat, sometimes like poison-laced wine.
"With your figure, you can try different styles of clothing to create different looks."
Song ZuDe took out a set of flight attendant clothes from the suitcase, the white short-sleeved top paired with a sky-blue skirt looked very enticing: "Try it on."
In his suitcase, there were other styles of clothing, mostly for role-play, including police uniforms, bunny girl outfits, nurse outfits, and women's business suits.
Lan Miaomiao curiously asked, "What's this?"
"Flight attendant uniform, of course."
"This doesn't seem right."
"No problem, you change here, I can go out first and come back later."
