A petite girl with a gentle aura was carefully walking with a tray, her hands trembling slightly from the weight of the drinks on it.
She seemed to struggle a bit under the heaviness.
“You have to hold it like this, lower your elbow a little, flatten your palm, then like this…”
Qu Lan stood behind her, hands guiding the girl’s arms, adjusting her posture personally.
The girl was earnest in her learning, but Qu Lan’s attention was drifting.
A fragrance kept wafting from the girl, intoxicating and pleasant.
“Rourou, what brand of perfume did you spray on yourself?”
“I didn’t use any perfume.”
The girl put down the tray, rubbed her arms, and smiled.
“Why do you all keep asking about perfume brands? I really haven’t used any.”
“Then why do you smell so good?”
Qu Lan, like an obsessed woman, pressed close to the girl, sniffing repeatedly and even rubbing against her.
“Mm~~ Rourou, you’re such a sweet, soft little cake! So fragrant!”
The girl seemed uncomfortable with Qu Lan’s closeness, but her timid nature made her only gently explain, rather than resist.
“Maybe it’s body scent? People say I smell even better after a bath sometimes.”
“Is body scent really a thing?”
Qu Lan doubted inside, but believed a little.
Based on their interactions so far, Rourou was a pure, diligent girl who did whatever was asked and learned quickly—a genuine hard worker.
Subconsciously, Qu Lan didn’t think Rourou would lie, and for such an insignificant thing, what’s the point of lying?
“So nice to smell!”
“Qu-jie, don’t be like this, hahaha, it tickles~”
The girl gasped softly, face flushed, and pushed at Qu Lan who was clinging to her.
“Rourou, your skin is so nice too.”
Qu Lan pinched the flesh on the girl’s arm and thigh, the sensation superb—not the soft, loose kind from girls with high body fat, but a tender, bouncy texture.
“Qu-jie, stop touching, we still have training!”
Hearing the girl’s soft complaint, Qu Lan chuckled, then looped her arm around the other’s slender waist.
“Training’s over now.”
“So fast!”
The girl lifted her head in surprise.
“I feel like I haven’t even practiced much.”
Just two hours of training and she could get a hundred-per-hour job?
It felt so easy.
“It’s enough.”
Qu Lan felt the softness of the girl’s slim waist, her gaze settling on her clean, delicate face—this was true capital for the job.
Having such a pure face without makeup was rare.
“What do I do next?”
Bai Rourou blinked.
“Of course, it’s time for some dressing up.”
Qu Lan’s eyes fell to the girl’s slender, shapely legs and her slightly worn sneakers.
“I think you should change into stockings, and a new pair of shoes.”
Bai Rourou looked down at the white stockings in her hand—thicker, not see-through even with her hand inside.
She hadn’t worn stockings since coming to this world, though her ex-girlfriends liked seeing her in them.
As for this world~
She looked at her own leg shape—even with the difficult-to-wear white stockings, it shouldn’t be a problem.
“So it’s tights, huh? Interesting.”
She thought Qu-jie would hand her over-knee or garter types, but didn’t expect tights, which made her look even more innocent.
But some people got excited just seeing the bottom pattern of tights.
First step, take off the hot pants.
Then she quickly pulled the tights to the feet and started pulling them up, switching legs at the knee to evenly pull them on.
“Looks good.”
Bai Rourou checked herself in the mirror.
Clearly, she wore hot pants and a bra-like top, yet with opaque white tights on her legs.
She stepped out of the changing room, and Qu Lan’s eyes shone.
She knew Rourou’s leg shape would suit white stockings.
“And the shoes.”
Qu Lan handed over a pair of Mary Jane platform heels, pure white with two ribbon-like straps.
The thick high heels made Bai Rourou doubt—were they really suitable for her?
Wouldn’t walking in these be difficult, and wouldn’t her height jump to 1.7 meters?
“Hurry, try them on.”
Qu Lan urged excitedly.
“O-okay.”
Bai Rourou vaguely felt that Qu Lan was a foot-fetish T-girl.
Don’t be fooled by her always touching hands and legs or sticking close.
She’d noticed that Qu Lan’s eyes always landed on her feet.
Even in ragged sneakers.
What else could that be but a foot fetish?
Not to mention, now with her feet wrapped in white stockings and slippers, Qu-jie’s gaze was glued to them.
As soon as Bai Rourou sat down, Qu Lan grabbed both her feet.
“These shoes are hard to put on. I’ll help.”
“Alright, then.”
The girl, as if she didn’t know how to refuse, answered shyly.
Qu Lan didn’t care, immediately grabbing Rourou’s small, soft, white-stockinged feet.
Delicate and petite, without a hint of foot odor.
Suppressing her excitement, Qu Lan picked up a shoe and gently slipped it onto Rourou’s foot, then took the strap and slowly wrapped it around her ankle.
“Rourou’s ankles are so thin—one hand can wrap around them!”
Qu Lan grew even more excited inside.
She felt Bai Rourou was a top-class treasure girl, waiting for someone to slowly uncover her hidden gems and be surprised.
Since today was just their first meeting, even knowing Rourou had a people-pleasing personality, Qu Lan didn’t go overboard, swiftly helping her put on the shoes without lingering on the touch of her white-stockinged feet.
“So tall!”
Bai Rourou stood up, feeling as if her legs had grown longer, her viewpoint higher.
“Such beautiful leg shape!”
Qu Lan took out her phone and snapped a few photos.
She had to admit—girls in high heels not only had prettier legs, but their overall aura improved too.
“Do I really have to wear these for work?”
The girl said pitifully.
“I feel like I can’t even take a few steps.”
Seeing the task complete, Qu Lan cleared her throat and pretended to be generous, waving her hand.
“It was just to let Rourou try them. If it’s too hard, I won’t force you. I’ll get you a pair of flats later.”
Evil!
“That’s wonderful!”
The girl’s eyes sparkled with happiness.
“Qu-jie, you’re so kind.”
“Ahahaha.”
Rourou’s pure eyes made Qu Lan feel a little guilty inside.
Treating such an innocent girl with so much scheming felt wicked.