My Doll

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Wen Xi was a tailor.

For years, she had a regular mannequin. She called her "Doll."

She had personally measured every part of Doll's body.

She secretly and quietly adored her Doll.

"Yesterday's service was great, too." Today was no different. Doll kissed her hard, then ran off.

Wen Xi had nothing to say. She just stared at the payment for "sleeping services" that had arrived on her phone once again, then silently reached for the pack of cigarettes by her bed.

Doll didn't love her.

But at least she didn't love anyone, either.

When would she finally realize that Wen Xi made her clothes, not provided special services?

Wen Xi, content with the way things were, yawned and got out of bed.

But the unexpected came so soon.

One day, on a stormy night, someone knocked on Wen Xi's door.

"Wen Xi, I'm bankrupt."

Wen Xi froze. The next second, someone was in her arms.

"I can't wear the beautiful clothes you make anymore."

Wen Xi rested her hand in her damp hair and kissed her cold lips. "You can always wear the clothes I make."

[Top designer who is secretly a fashion-industry mogul top x minor celebrity who is secretly a rich heiress bottom]

[Hehe, a new story. I'll start it next.]

Theme: Love means giving sincerity in return for sincerity!