"Um, he's just... someone who could barely count as a friend." Xiyan grew more nervous as she spoke, even stuttering a little. "Be-because he's looked after me a lot recently, I thought I'd get him a small gift."
Mu Zeyu pushed the gold-rimmed glasses up his nose. "Got it, reciprocity, right? I'll help you pick the gift."
The two of them walked into the store and began to carefully browse through the selections.
"How about this one?" He pointed to a dark red tie.
"It doesn't really suit him, though," Xiyan shook her head, her eyes landing instead on a black-and-white striped tie not far away.
Hmm, that one really matches Ou Jue's style.
Xiyan picked it up and held it in front of Mu Zeyu to compare.
"Give me the gift bag first. It's ruining the overall aesthetic," Xiyan said with a serious expression.
Mu Zeyu was thoroughly helpless, but he still listened to the little girl's instructions, holding the tie himself as Xiyan scrutinized him from every possible angle.
