Hao Ren was just leading Vivian into a women's clothing store. Before Vivian could even be dazzled senseless by the dazzling array of "luxury" products around her, she began looking around suspiciously. "Why do I feel like someone was watching us just now?"
Hao Ren turned around in confusion, but saw only ordinary customers and store displays. "Probably your imagination. If there were really a problem, the Data Terminal would sound an alarm."
Vivian gave an "oh" and finally turned her attention back to the clothes in front of her, her mood quickly becoming buoyant. Truthfully, she had never imagined that she would one day get to leisurely pick out new clothes in a place like this. As a shabby Vampire who had been poor throughout the entire history of human civilization, the most extravagant thing she had ever done was pick out one or two changes of clothes at a street stall or even in a secondhand clothing market. When Hao Ren dragged her here, she had even felt a sense of happiness welling up from within. Just as he often sighed, This poor Vampire is far too easy to satisfy.
"Really, I can pick anything?" Vivian whispered beside Hao Ren, her eyes filled with anticipation and her expression already eager to try. Hao Ren smiled back. "Of course. Pick whatever you like. Lily's changed into more than a dozen outfits since she came home, while you still only have those same old coats in your suitcase. I really couldn't stand watching it anymore."
Vivian needed no further encouragement. After a delighted little cry, she dashed toward the dazzling array of beautiful clothes. She really did like these things after all—it seemed to have nothing to do with race. She was a girl, after all.
Well, if anyone insisted