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... . There were two yarn-woven streamers on the corset. The skirt was not short enough to cover the knees.

I made up my sister's appearance in this dress in my mind, and found that both body and temperament matched this dress, so I nodded.

"Shopping guide sister, wrap this one for me too!"

As soon as I nodded, my sister immediately called in the shopping guide and packed it without saying a word.

I was dumbfounded, holding up the four or five shopping bags in my hand,

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