Meg was dumbfounded when he saw Connie wearing a bra on the outside. Previously, there was Superman wearing underwear on the outside. Today, there was Catwoman wearing a bra on the outside. Was she trying to be a superhero?
"What's wrong? Am I that pretty? " Connie touched the lace and looked at Meg in surprise. She didn't expect Meg to have such a big reaction after changing clothes.
"I say, this … this bra is supposed to be worn inside. Why are you wearing it outside?" Meg asked with raised eyebrows.
"Wear it inside? Why? " Connie was puzzled. She tugged at the lace. "Look, the pattern is so pretty. Wouldn't it look better if I wore it outside?"
"This is a bra. Its function is …" Meg gestured with his hand in front of his chest. He felt that it wasn't easy to describe, so he simply said, "Anyway, this is a bra. It's meant to be worn close to the body. You can't wear it outside for others to see, especially men. It's against etiquette."
"If it can't be seen, then why is it made to look so pretty? There are small flowers and hollowed-out embroidery. It's such a pretty little bra. It'd be a pity if it can't be seen. "Connie was still puzzled.
Meg said helplessly, "Bras are made to look exquisite and cute. Apart from the fact that women like to look pretty, part of the reason is for their men to see in certain private situations. This kind of relationship is limited to lovers. No one would wear it outside. "
"I see." Connie was deep in thought. Then, her eyes fell on Meg. Her eyes lit up. "Then I'll wear it for you!"
"???" Meg was confused. Did this girl not understand what he said?
"I don't have a lover, but I want someone to see how I look in this pretty little bra. Then, please be my lover for the time being," Connie said innocently.
"No." Meg refused flatly.
Although he didn't mind watching a voluptuous lingerie show, he wasn't sure when Gina would return to the cafeteria, or if Amy, who was in class next door, would come back to the cafeteria to play for a while during the break. It would be hard to explain if they were to bump into each other.
"Also, there's a hidden buckle at the back of this little shirt. If you tie it directly, it will damage the elasticity of the shoulder strap." Meg glanced at the straps that were casually tied together behind Connie's back. The instructions given by the system were clearly very detailed!
"But …"
"You're disheveled. You're fired," Meg said coldly.
Connie shut her mouth and went upstairs obediently.
Ten minutes later, Connie came downstairs with a defeated look on her face. Holding the black bra in her hand, she stammered, "I can't make them clasp together. Can you teach me?"
Meg looked at Connie and felt that he had been completely defeated by her stupidity. He reached out and took the black bra. There was no other way. It seemed like he could only teach her step by step.
"Look, first put your hands through the shoulder straps, then straighten the position of the bra so that it fits the curve of your body completely. Then, put your hands behind your back and grab a strap each. Use your fingers to feel the position of the hidden buckle. Fasten the hidden buckle, and the bra is put on. Do you understand now? "Meg asked Connie.
Connie nodded. Looking at Meg in the black bra, she asked curiously, "But why are you so familiar with it?"
"You'll naturally know how to tie it up after untying it too much," Meg said casually as he untied the bra with one hand.
After Meg drowned, Connie took the bra upstairs again. Finally …
"Mr. Meg!" Connie's voice came from upstairs.
"What's wrong now?" Mag went upstairs with a despondent expression.
The bathroom door was half open, revealing a beautiful back that was as smooth as jade. Her fair skin and beautiful curves slowly contracted downwards. By the time it reached her waist, it was already too small to hold in one's hand.
Mag was caught off guard, so he took a few serious glances at it.
"My hands seem to be too short. I can't buckle it up …" Connie turned around and looked at Meg in embarrassment. Her arms went up and down to grab the straps behind her back. She kept going back and forth, but it was just a hair's breadth away.
"I'm sorry to trouble you." Meg sighed and reached out to help her buckle the straps. He closed the bathroom door with a click. What kind of idiot was this?
After a series of messing around, Connie finally put on her work uniform correctly. She stood in front of Meg in high spirits.
The clothes were too comfortable to wear. They completely insulated her from the cold. Even though it was a little hot to wear them indoors, Connie couldn't bear to take them off.
Meg sized up Connie. The sky-blue jacket fit her body perfectly. There were two dark lines on her arms and pants, which made the jacket look even more three-dimensional.
On the other hand, Connie's excellent figure, as well as her somewhat elegant and noble temperament when she was serious, made the takeout outfit look like a custom-made item.
Of course, this was built on the premise that she didn't say anything.
The temperature outside was below -10 degrees Celsius, so Meg had the System add a layer of top-quality goose down to the jacket. Although it was light, it was very warm. It had the advantages of both a jacket and a down jacket, so it didn't need to worry about the cold at all.
On her back, there were three eye-catching words, "Are you full?"
Yes, this was the take-out brand that Meg had established in this world.
The service's motto was, "Are you full? If not, I'll send you more! "
Since there was no phone or internet in this world, the real-time interaction was too poor, so Meg didn't have any plans to expand for now.
He hadn't even thought about how to launch his first take-out business. He couldn't let a customer order food and then have a delivery person send them home, right?
"Let's go. Let's practice driving." Meg took a dark blue safety helmet from the counter and put it on Connie's head. Then, he walked towards the door.
The safety helmet stuffed Connie's entire head into it. The super-high-tech goggles provided her with a wide 270 ° view. There was also a small screen on the top right, which was currently black.
"Wow, that's so cool." Connie followed behind Mag, and looked around in awe. Then, she banged her head against the door.
Meg looked back at Connie, who was like an alien, holding the door in a flurry. He suddenly hesitated whether to teach her how to drive. If she was on the road, she would probably be a killer.
"The bicycle … should be fine, right?" Meg looked at the scientifically modified take-out bicycle in front of him. It was fully shock-absorbing, and the front basket was enlarged by several times. There was also a back seat with two delivery boxes installed. Its capacity was far greater than that of an ordinary delivery man's.
"What's this?" Connie walked over a little exaggeratedly, and asked curiously.
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