Scum Coercion

"What are you looking at?"

Walking up to me, she lowered her voice and asked displeasedly.

"Ah, I just think you're a good fit for this."

I sincerely said with emotion.

This is by no means a random nonsense, because after she put on a decent ancient costume, her already cold face revealed the arrogance of a heroine, and she could get a glimpse of her clear collarbone by looking down Borg. The wrists of both hands exposed from the loose long sleeves are also as white as the first snow.

No matter how you look at her, she seems to have traveled from ancient times.

"Hmph, you really are wearing this casually, it doesn't fit at all."

"Is there? I think I look like a peerless hero."

Hearing her ruthless ridicule, I didn't realize it. While waving the sword with a smile, I took out my mobile phone and patted us.

clap clap clap clap...

"Stop shooting me!"

The beautiful eyes flowed, and Jasmine seemed to be shy because she was wearing an ancient costume to take pictures with me. She gritted her teeth and gave me a slight push.

"Hey, that's great, isn't it just to commemorate the fancy dress?"

"Oh... then this time, you don't take pictures of me in the future."

Jasmine blushed a little, but she still compromised. She gently raised her hand to brush her messy hair due to emotional instability. This kind of small movement can also reveal a natural feminine style.

And I handed the phone to a passing couple.

"Both, could you please take a photo for us?"

"Well, yes."

"Hey? Do you still want to do this?"

"Of course, it's a commemoration after all. This isn't your ugly photo, so don't worry about it."

"..."

After hearing what I said, although Jasmine didn't say anything, she accepted it lightly.

She also picked up a slender wooden knife, folded her arms across her chest and held it in front of her body, and slowly leaned towards my side.

"Okay, 3... 2..."

As the boys taking pictures slowly counted down, I smelled a strange smell.

Such a refreshing fragrance is like precious rouge.

I took a sneak peek at Jasmine, who was leaning against her side, who was lively and fragrant, and I secretly said something to her.

"You are very suitable for wearing this outfit. Maybe you were a heroine in your previous life."

"You were a hooligan in your previous life."

And she puffed up her cheeks and responded with rude words.

"...1"

Click.

The costume photo of the heroine Jasmine and the gangster Zhu Zeyu, get.

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"Today is still very rewarding."

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, we all leaned on the cushions after changing back to the combat cosplay suits, letting our bodies slump from exhaustion.

Listening to my meaningless exclamation, Jasmine just put her legs together dignifiedly, put her hands on her knees, continued to maintain the posture of the heroine she played, and turned her head away with a bit of sneer.

"I'm very tired. Not only was you dragged here inexplicably, but I also had to take various pictures."

"What, we obviously acted very well. I think if there are reposted pictures on the Internet, we will be well received."

"cut……"

After hearing my insincere reassurance, she really didn't feel better, but she could tell that this was a novel experience for Jasmine, so she didn't complain anymore.

It's the evening when the sun is setting, and the orange light swaying outside the car window makes us feel sleepy for a while. When my upper and lower eyelids are fighting, Jasmine has been hilarious as expected.

The car took Jasmine home first, so I felt a little bored at the moment, so I continued to chat with her.

"Jasmine, are you going out dressed like this today?"

"Yes, my mother and I said we were going to the manga exhibition with Sunflower, now it's over, Sunflower really went."

Jasmine leaned her head against the glass window, and answered me with a weary face, with a self-deprecating tone.

Probably because she bumped into Sunflower by accident, she felt a little guilty, and Jasmine, who found out that Sunflower liked the two-dimensional male star and cut off the idea that her friends were also lesbians, was naturally even more depressed.

"Ah, that's great, at least you have to report to your parents when you go out..."

When I thought that unlike Jasmine, my parents didn’t seem to care much about me other than sending money, and even “exercise” for no reason, I couldn’t help but feel very angry.

But this time Jasmine didn't take my word for it.