Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

Yueluo held a dark red satin and tried it on Song Zhili. She smiled and said, "This color will look great on you, sir. It suits your skin tone very well!"

Song Zhili nodded perfunctorily, "It looks good, let's take this one."

He was really speechless, choosing so many satins, all in different colors.

"Sir, why don't you put on this ready-made one first? The others will take a day to be made."

He Qing handed a grass green narrow-sleeved shirt to Song Zhili.

There are rooms in clothing shops specifically for customers to change clothes, and He Qing and Yue Luo have been eager to help each other put on new clothes.

A man as handsome as the other person must be the type who can pull off clothes of any color.

So when choosing colors, they really just pick whatever color they see that is tricky.

Fortunately, Mr. Song nodded every time to show that he could accept it.

Song Zhili has been wearing white clothes here for a long time, so naturally he misses clothes of other colors.

That's why he didn't have so many opinions when choosing clothes.

But looking at the clothes in his arms at this moment, he couldn't help but frown.

"I don't want to wear this. Find me something loose."

He didn't like the tight feeling around his arms.

After He Ting understood what he meant, he immediately went to find a wide-sleeved shirt of the same style.

Song Zhili then took the clothes and went to the changing room.

Yueluo handed the dark red brocade to the boss, and then said, "Make all the satins we just picked into the styles that the young master likes. Also, don't make those fancy things, our young master doesn't like them."

The boss took the things tremblingly. He glanced at the dressing room with his peripheral vision and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Miss Yueluo, this... why does this person look so much like Your Majesty?"

Yue Luo snorted coldly, "Young Master only looks like Your Majesty, but he is Your Majesty's honored guest, so you must not be careless when making clothes for him!"

The boss immediately nodded in understanding, "Yes, yes, Miss Yueluo, don't worry!"

After a while, Song Zhili came out holding his old clothes.

The grass green color really stands out wherever it is placed.

Fortunately, this color is worn by Song Zhili.

Wherever he went, two maids would come to greet him like crazy fans.

"Mr. Song, I've always said that my taste is fine. Even such an ugly color looks special on you!"

"You look good, so good-looking. The man on the road is as beautiful as jade, and the young master is unrivaled in the world. This is what they mean by someone like you!"

Song Zhili's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly: "So, why did you insist on choosing such an ugly color for me? You are using me as a doll to try on clothes..."

The two people opposite chuckled. Yueluo scratched his head and said, "No, it's obvious that the young master looks good in whatever he wears."

"That's right, what does this prove? This proves that any color looks best on you!"

Song Zhili said: "...I thank you, and I also thank you on behalf of my brother."

Finally, he returned to the Demon Palace wearing this green outfit.

When Song Zhiyan returned from court, the first thing he saw was a green ball squatting on the ground fighting crickets.

This person is so tall, but how come he becomes so small when he squats on the ground?

Song Zhiyan walked behind the other person and said coldly: "I didn't expect your vision to be so peculiar."

Song Zhili stood up immediately after hearing the voice.

He first looked at his clothes, then smiled helplessly and said, "This was picked out by your maid for me. It's fine as long as I can wear it."

"They are just giving you suggestions. If you don't like it, you can refuse it."

Song Zhiyan saw that he usually wore white clothes, so he subconsciously thought that he must only like white.

Song Zhili shook his head: "As long as they are not ugly, I like them all. If they are really unbearable, I definitely don't want them."

As he spoke, he walked over to the other person and gently hugged his arm.

"I still want to thank you for your concern, brother. It's good to have you around. From now on, I am also a person who has a brother to care for me."

Song Zhiyan subconsciously looked at the arms that were hugging him, and he couldn't help but frowned, "Just talk, don't touch me."

Song Zhili said, "You are my brother, what's wrong with me hugging you? I haven't been close to you for more than ten years, is it okay for me to miss you?"

He just wanted to be close to his brother.

Song Zhiyan was struggling in his heart. On the one hand, he wanted to push this irritable person away immediately, but on the other hand, he couldn't bear to see the other person's sad expression after being pushed away by him.

He is really crazy, why does a second mentality exist now?

In all these years, he had never let anyone touch him like this.

This person said that he was his brother, and no matter his appearance, name or age, he matched the brother the other person was talking about.

But he knew very well that it was impossible for him to have such a younger brother.

It is even less likely that I am the other person's brother.

But he is now facing a very serious problem.

That is, he simply couldn't resist any attempts by Song Zhili to get close to him!

Song Zhili could only see his brother's cold face. He thought the other party would push him away, but he waited for a long time and the other party didn't respond at all.

This made a certain brother-con instantly jump for joy.

"Brother, please stop having such a stern face. You really are a hypocritical person since you were a child."

"Shut up."

"Brother, are you tired? Do you want me to massage your shoulders?"

Song Zhili was about to take action, but the other party grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Song Zhiyan pinched the chin of the person in front of him and warned him coldly: "Song Zhili, I advise you not to go too far."

Song Zhili was puzzled. He asked, "I just felt sorry for you. I didn't do anything else. How could it be too much?"

After all, he is an abnormal person. No matter what he does, his thoughts are abnormal.

Song Zhiyan looked at the other person's face and finally chose to let go.

Others just treat him like their own brother, but he may not necessarily treat them as his younger brother.

He didn’t understand feelings before, and he didn’t know whether he liked a man or a woman.

It was not until Song Zhili appeared that he clearly realized a problem.

Perhaps he has always liked this face of his own.

Whenever he saw the other person's face, he would have this double struggle in his heart.

I want to refuse, but I can't.

He particularly hated the way he was, or perhaps he just couldn't accept his twisted and perverted hobby.

Song Zhiyan closed his eyes and calmed himself down.

When he opened his eyes again, his condition had returned to normal.

"Sorry, I got excited just now."