Not only that.
This guy initially pretended, using lame excuses like "Nanfu likes using girls' stuff" or "he's always like this," but later on didn't bother acting at all. Not only did he dive into the fitting room himself, but he also came out chirping questions.
"How about this one?" "Does this dress suit me?" "Is white too strange for me? Maybe black is better... Hmm, blue seems nice too."
At first, Spirit could handle replying a few times, but later he simply gave up and leaned against the counter, watching with amusement as she enthusiastically tried on various dresses.
Finally, seeing Vivian come out shyly from the fitting room, pinching the hem of an off-shoulder dress, Spirit couldn't help but scoff.
"...Are you planning to let your brother wear that thing?"
"Ugh—" Vivian stiffened, as if hit where it hurts, but she clumsily scrambled for an excuse and stubbornly said,
