Breakfast couldn't dispel her sleepiness. Rania confirmed it again.
The drink Alfred prepared for her was milk. Rania didn't refuse any food, so she certainly didn't have any objections to milk. To be honest, she felt happy to have a glass of milk every morning and evening.
But generally speaking, after drinking milk, one would only feel more sleepy.
When Tim slowly finished a cup of coffee, he saw Rania stand up like a ghost and float to the room with the support of her walking stick. He called out to her.
"Bruce thought you might need to buy some clothes, so he asked me to take you to try them on," he said. "But I think you need sleep more now?"
Okay, he said yes. He knew she wanted to sleep, and so did he, if company affairs and other troubles didn't come to him before then.
Tim thought it was another unsolved mystery of the world. Why did the world seem to be unable to function without Timothy Jackson Drake? Was there anyone else in the world who was more important than him?
How many people did he want to live alone?
Rania tilted her head again. She could not control her neck bones very well when she was delirious. They always seemed to tilt to one side until she heard the bones crack. Only then would she be able to stay there peacefully.
This was —
Rania began to think about the meaning of this sentence with her sleepy mind.
After a few seconds, she came to a conclusion.
This was a mission. Her father wanted her to complete it.
She nodded solemnly. "I can."
Tim was speechless. She had begun to nod to express "no" like the Sri Lankan people.
No, you can't.
…
It wasn't pleasant to go shopping with a girl. Even some of the girls felt so.
But Tim had his own way to solve this.
He handed the black card to the shop assistant and told them to close the shop. He would let Rania shop around and buy whatever she liked. Then, Tim only needed to sit on the sofa, drink his usual coffee, and watch the shop assistants surrounding Rania attentively and attentively serve her.
The Weyne Group owned quite a number of luxury brands. Walking into one of the stores was enough to dazzle an ordinary girl's eyes. The only thing that made Tim uncertain was whether Rania knew about these flashy brand names. After all, according to the information, she did not belong to the level where she could come into contact with these names.
The future CEO decided to experiment to see if he could use a simple method to calm the Lesser Shrike.
He curled up on the sofa, slowly drinking a cup of coffee, sleepily waiting for Rania to choose her clothes.
He didn't know what kind of psychological activity she had gone through, but when Rania entered the store, she had a solemn expression as if she was going to be involved in a war. Even when she walked between the moving clothes racks, she didn't have any special expression. It was not even as happy as when she was eating fried eggs in the morning.
It seemed that jewelry and lipstick wouldn't necessarily please her. Tim had a headache.
In all fairness, Tim could probably understand Bruce's thoughts. Generally speaking, men didn't care too much about the makeup and clothing of the women around them. However, who didn't want to see their own women beautiful, not to mention their own daughters? Even if she was placed there as a vase, a cute little princess would still be more pleasing to the eye than an unruly and unruly girl.
What's more, according to Tim's standards, Rania was an overly beautiful girl.
Bruce Wayne's handsomeness was extremely masculine. This kind of face would only look strange on a girl. But Rania was different. Her beauty was feminine and gentle. The pure temperament of a young girl perfectly blended with the deep contours of Weyne. Every corner seemed to be polished by silk, like a pure white marble statue. If one didn't see it with their own eyes, it would be hard to believe that cold rocks could have such vivid and soft lines.
Simply put, it was like throwing Bruce's face into the Facebook app, changing his gender, and then adding a dozen soft light filters.
Tim looked down at the time. If there was enough time, he planned to throw Rania in a beauty salon. He would take care of company affairs while she was getting her beauty treatment. Finally, he would bring the beautiful girl home and show her to her father.
He had always been good at reading people's minds.
Red Robin drank his coffee. The more he drank, the more sleepy he became. Finally, he yawned and slowly closed his eyes to pretend to sleep. Once again, he thought that today was really not the right time.
Tim was yawning. Rania was also yawning.
Rania was already very sleepy in the car. When she entered the store, in the faint fragrance, she became more and more sleepy. Not to mention that there were only twos and threes of red in her vision, which was very hypnotic. Even if she could see everything now, she would still be sleepy. She just wanted to lie on any surface and sleep until she died.
Even though she knew that her task was to choose clothes, Rania couldn't open her eyes now.
The little girl rubbed her eyebrows and sighed. She randomly picked a piece and began to ask for the location of the fitting room.
When she entered the fitting room, Rania immediately closed her eyes.
Black Mist floated out of her sleeve and turned into the appearance of a young girl. But this time, under Rania's adjustment, Mister transformed into her appearance. When the two stood together, they were no different than twins.
When she didn't summon Black Mist, Rania's consciousness was completely limited by her human body. But when she summoned Mister, she could divide half of her consciousness to control Black Mist's body. She wouldn't feel sleepy and tired anymore. It was like opening two game accounts. Each account could go offline separately. And because it was controlled by one consciousness, there was no situation where one side couldn't go online when needed.
Usually, Rania would let Mister go offline. But now it was obviously time to let Mister go online.
Seeing that she began to take off her clothes, Rania was relieved. She fumbled around and simply curled up on the sofa in the fitting room. She closed her eyes and seized the time to take a nap.
Not long after, the two of them fell asleep on the sofa at the same time, separated by half a storefront.
Because of her years of poverty, Rania had never had the opportunity to buy clothes. Coupled with her eyesight problems, she didn't have the opportunity to develop a normal sense of beauty. Usually, when she wore clothes, she would only stare at the red color. But such a sense of beauty was naturally completely defeated here.
She couldn't see, but the shop assistants could. After Rania said that she would let them recommend, her hands were quickly filled with clothes racks. The little girl stood in the same place, stunned. She could only stumble into the fitting room amidst everyone's praises.
Dressing up a beautiful girl always made people feel happy.
Dresses, windbreakers, coats, shirts, sweaters, tuxedos, half-skirts, trousers, and shorts …
Boots and heels were a little high for Rania. The style of this brand was actually not very suitable for young girls. But Tim didn't know, so it was even more impossible for Rania to know. She buckled her belt, put on her hat, and tightly grasped the handbag handed over by the shop assistants. Under their encouragement, she jumped in front of the fitting mirror, reached out, and touched the mirror, looking at the girl who looked a little strange in the mirror.
For the first time, a trace of confusion appeared in her blue eyes.
The girl looked at the figure in the mirror and slowly reached out her hand. Her fingertips slid across the face of the person in the mirror. Her eyes were blank, and no one knew what she was thinking.
However, the blankness only lasted for a moment. After a moment, Rania came back to her senses. Looking at her dress, she regretfully thought that only Rania could wear such clothes. If it were Mister, when the Black Mist transformed, all the items on her body would fall off. It would make no difference whether she wore clothes or not. Not to mention that this kind of dress was not convenient for her to kick a circle of enemies, jump on top of their heads, and choke them all with the transformed Black Mist's claws.
Clothes that were not convenient for fighting were garbage. Rania felt that her former guardian was right.
Under the shop assistant's recommendation, Rania quickly chose a set. Feeling that her mission was complete, she told Mister to go offline and struggled to get up. With sleepy eyes, she went to find Tim Drake, who had brought her here.
She rubbed her eyes as she limped to the sofa. When she was about to reach it, she slowly stopped.
There was no movement from the red shirt in the air.
Rania: …?
Rania didn't know what was wrong with him. She hesitated, bent down, and with one hand on the crutch, she waved at him with the other.
There was still no movement from the red shirt. He lay motionless in the nothingness, looking like a salted fish.
Rania:???
Fortunately, the shop assistant came to the rescue in time. She whispered to Rania that Mr. Drake had fallen asleep, indicating that she could wake him up.
"But I'm afraid Mr. Drake lacks sleep," she added.
Rania: "… Huh?"
"The entire East Coast knows that Mr. Drake needs sleep. Mr. Weyne is obviously squeezing his son dry in exchange for time to have fun." The shop assistant gossiped with her in a low voice.
Rania: "…"
Rania was at a loss. She felt that she didn't want to know.
She was also very sleepy.
She asked, "Do you mind remaining closed?"
From the manager to the shop assistant, everyone expressed their willingness. Rania wasn't sure if they really thought so, but her brain was still in a state of shutdown, so she couldn't quite process this …
After receiving a positive answer, the little girl staggered around and threw herself into another sofa. After moving a few times, she stopped, buried herself into a furry ball, and fell into a deep sleep.
After staying up all night, the two birds each occupied a sofa and slept like a log.
It wasn't until the sun set that Tim's eyelids moved and he slowly opened his eyes.
He slowly looked at the twilight outside the glass window. After a second, he realized that he had been sleeping until now.
… Once again.
After the last time he fell asleep on a date, he fell asleep again.
He should be glad that this wasn't a date and that Rania wouldn't advertise it everywhere.
Tim pressed his forehead and glanced at his watch. He turned his gaze and saw Rania, who was curled up and sleeping soundly across from him.
"Has she chosen her clothes?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Miss has chosen one …" the shop assistant said.
Tim: "… Wrap up all the clothes she has tried on and send them to the Weyne manor."
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