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"What are you doing?"

As soon as Heika opened his eyes, he found that he stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around him, and yawned.

Yoran panicked for a moment and let go of his hand. He rolled back to the ground again, grinning in pain.

"Ah!" Heika touched his butt, "If you can't hold it, don't hold it!"

"I'm sorry my hands are shaking." Yolan looked at Haika who was sitting on the ground with interest, "Close your eyes and show you something."

Heika looked at him suspiciously, but obediently closed his eyes.

"The sky is full of stars!"

Tiny blue flowers appeared in sight, Heika sniffed forward, her brows and eyes hidden behind the baby's breath, "It's so beautiful, what is the flower language of the baby's breath?"

"I just want to be by your side."

Yolan blew on his forehead, said softly, and plucked the petal on the tip of the beauty for him.

"Can I put it on my windowsill?"

At this second, Heika felt his breath, the warm breath, from his cheeks to the top of his head.

Yolan picked up the flower pot and tilted his head, "No, this is the first pot of flowers, please take care of it carefully, put it on the window sill, the sun is too strong."

"Hmph!" Heika pouted, picked up an orange, and threw it behind his back.

In the afternoon, they made a large flower stand, two small stepped wooden stands, brought chairs and a small round table, matched them with thin blankets and white curtains, and the whole sun room changed a lot and looked very comfortable.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

"What are you dawdling about, hurry up!" Dorothy yelled in the yard. After dinner, the two went in to change their clothes, and they haven't come out yet.

In Haika's room, the two were laughing and playing, and they didn't hear her at all.

There are many clothes in Haika's wardrobe, each of which is hand-sewn by Mrs. O'Neill. It is unique and full of retro romantic style, which surprises Yolan, who always wears simple clothes.

Haika took out all the clothes, put them on the bed one by one, and waved his hand, "Which one do you want to wear? Pick whatever you want!"

"Wow! You have too many clothes!" He was dumbfounded. These various clothes were comparable to Dorothy's wardrobe.

As for fashion collocations, Haika is at his fingertips. After all, he is the number one male model in Cactus Town. He looked at Yolan's clothes with distaste, "It's too rustic."

He was only wearing a white T-shirt and slacks, and Haika shrugged. Apart from his good looks, he couldn't complain.

Heika pulled out a pink silk shirt with his left hand, and a pair of black suit pants with his right hand, and compared them to him, "Try this set first, I think it will be very good."

"I don't think so." Yolan shook his head. He usually only wears three colors of clothes, white, black, and blue. He has never tried the rest of the colors.

"Put it on first." Heka pushed him into the cloakroom, not wanting to listen to his nonsense. This is his room, and he has the final say.

While waiting for Jolan to come out, he rested his chin and thought about what to wear. He searched through the closet, but he didn't expect to find a satisfactory dress.

"Boom boom boom——"

Mrs. O'Neill knocked on the door, poked her head in, "Heika, are you in the room?"

Haika sat obliquely on the sofa, raised his head, and replied, "You are here, what's the matter?"

"This is a new dress designed for Dorothy, please see if there is any room for improvement, I will make another version tomorrow.

"Yeah." Heika walked to the door and took the dark blue slit skirt, a look of narrowness flashed in his eyes.

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small theater:

Heika: You're too ugly to dress up, I don't think so!

Yoran: What?I think it is ok.