I sigh. "Okay, I won't complain anymore," I replied.
"That's good." He answered.
Viel sat on the couch and read the magazine while he waited for me to put on all the clothes he and the saleslady had chosen for me.
"Viel, is this okay?" I asked.
I was wearing an off-shoulder apple green dress that reached to the knee. It suited me because my white skin appeared.
I bowed because I saw Viel stunned by my looks. I don't know if he likes the dress I'm wearing or not.
"Viel?"
"Yeah, it's good for you. Get that one." At the same time, Viel avoids looking at me.
"Okay,"
I went back to the fitting room to put on the other clothes they had chosen for me until we took an hour. We carried about ten pieces of a paper bag when we left the store.
"I'm hungry. Come and eat." He held my hand as t
