She completely guessed the psychology of the Octopus Fog Shadow.
"Treasure, treasure, treasure!" the Octopus Fog Shadow said with a regretful tone.
Li Qianxia took out that white waist-baring tank top; she actually liked it a lot.
She had a slim waist, so it looked particularly good on her.
The key thing was that this tank top also made her chest look bigger; a B could have the scale of a C.
"Treasure, this is a treasure, wear it like this, treasure!" She even tried to teach the octopus how to wear the tank top.
Of course, she lost the gamble.
After all, with a tank top, making your chest look bigger wasn't enough.
Having won the gamble, the Octopus Fog Shadow, who was regretful just a moment ago, waved its eight tentacles: "Treasure!!"
Anyone could see its ecstatic joy.
It picked up Li Qianxia's long hair, rubbed it on its face with obsession, then carefully packed it with the [stone], [finger], and [small tank top] into its body.
Li Qianxia was disgusted by it.
