Looking at Connie wearing a bra, Mag was dumbfounded. In the past, she had Superman wearing underwear, and now she has Catwoman wearing a bra. Is he going to take the superhero route?
"What's wrong? Am I that beautiful?" Connie touched the lace and looked at Mag with some surprise. She didn't expect Mag to have such a big reaction after changing her clothes.
"I said, this... this underwear, it should be worn inside, why did you wear it outside." Mag raised an eyebrow and said.
"Wear it inside? Why?" Connie looked puzzled and tugged on the lace. "Look, what a beautiful pattern. Wouldn't it look better when worn outside?"
"This is underwear. Its function is..." Mag made a gesture on his chest with his hand, but felt that it was not easy to describe, so he simply said directly: "Anyway, this is underwear. It is worn next to the body and cannot be worn outside. For other people, especially men, to see, this is disrespectful behavior.”
"If it can't be seen, then why is it made so beautiful? It has small flowers and hollow embroidery. It would be a pity if such a beautiful little dress cannot be appreciated." Connie still looked displeased. untie.
Mag said helplessly: "The bra is exquisite and cute. In addition to the woman's own love for beauty, part of the reason is to give her man appreciation in specific private occasions. This kind of relationship is limited to lovers, and absolutely no one can I’ll wear it outside.”
"So that's it." Connie thought thoughtfully, then her eyes fell on Mag, her eyes lit up, "Then let me wear it for you to see!"
"???" Mag had a question mark on his face. Did the girl not understand what he said?
"I don't have a lover, but I want someone to appreciate how this beautiful little dress looks on me. So, please be my lover for the time being." Connie said with a pure face.
"No." Mag flatly refused.
Although he didn't mind watching a rippling underwear show, he didn't know when Jina would return to the restaurant, and whether Amy, who was in class next door, would come back to play for a while during recess. If they hit each other, it would be difficult to explain clearly.
"Also, the straps at the back of this little dress have concealed buckles. Tying them directly will damage the elasticity of the shoulder straps." Mag glanced at the straps that were casually pulled together behind Connie's back. According to the bra wearing instructions given by the system, The painting is obviously very detailed!
"But……"
"If you are disheveled, you will be dismissed immediately." Mag looked coldly.
Connie shut her mouth and went upstairs obediently.
Ten minutes later, Connie came downstairs with a frustrated look on her face, holding the black bra in her hand, and hesitated: "I can't get them to buckle together, can you teach me?"
Mag looked at Connie and felt that he had been completely defeated by her stupidity. He reached out and took the black bra. He had no choice but to teach her step by step.
"Look, first put your hands through the shoulder straps, then straighten the position of the bra so that it completely fits the curve of your body, then put both hands behind your back, grab a strap each, and use your fingers to feel the hidden buckle Position, fasten the hidden buckle, and wear a bra. Do you understand now?" Mag looked at Connie and asked.
Connie nodded, looked at Mag wearing black underwear, and asked curiously: "But why are you so skilled?"
"If you untie it too much, you will naturally tie it up." Mag untied the bra with one hand and said lightly.
After Mag drowned, Connie took the bra and went upstairs again, and finally...
"Mr. McGonagall!" Connie's voice came from upstairs.
"What's wrong?" Mag went upstairs with a look of despair.
The bathroom door was half open, revealing a beautiful back as smooth as jade, fair skin, and beautiful lines slowly shrinking downwards. By the time it reached the waist, it was already less than full enough to hold.
Mag was off guard for a moment and took a few serious looks.
"My hands seem to be too short to buckle..." Connie looked back at Mag with some embarrassment. She moved her arms up and down behind her back to grab the strap, going back and forth, just barely.
"I'm really embarrassing you." Mag sighed, stretched out his hand to help her pull the two shoulder straps, buckled them directly, and closed the bathroom door for her with a snap. What kind of idiot is this?
After a series of fiddling around, Connie finally put on her work clothes correctly and stood in front of Mag with high spirits.
This dress is so comfortable to wear, and it completely isolates the cold. Even though it is a bit hot to wear indoors now, Connie is reluctant to take it off.
Mag took a look at Connie. The sky blue jacket fit her body perfectly. There were two dark lines on the arms and pants line, making the jacket look more three-dimensional.
And Connie's excellent body curves, and a bit of elegance and noble temperament when she is serious, also made her wear a takeout outfit look like a haute couture outfit.
Of course, this is based on the premise that she doesn't speak.
The outdoor temperature is now below minus 10 degrees Celsius, so Magjean Systems added a layer of top-quality goose down to this jacket. Although it is light and thin, it is very warm. It has the advantages of a jacket and a down jacket, and is completely immune to the cold wind and cold.
And behind her, there are three eye-catching characters: "Are you full?"
Yes, this is the takeout brand created by Mag in this world.
The service tenet is: Are you full? If you're not full, I'll give you some!
Since there are no phones or the Internet in this world, real-time interactivity is too poor, so Mag has no plans to expand for the time being.
He hasn't even figured out how to start his first takeout business yet. He can't just let the customers order food and then assign a delivery person to follow him home all the way, right?
"Let's go and practice driving with me." Mag took a dark blue helmet from the counter and put it on Connie's head, then walked towards the door.
The fully wrapped helmet stuffed Connie's entire head into it, and the highly technological goggles could provide her with a 270° wide viewing angle. There was also a small screen on the upper right, which was currently black.
"Wow, so cool." Connie followed Mag and looked around in amazement, then banged against the door.
Mag looked back at Connie, who was holding the door hurriedly and coming out like an alien. He suddenly hesitated whether to teach her how to drive. If she put this on the road, she would probably be a killer.
"The bicycle...should be fine, right?" Mag looked at the scientifically modified takeout delivery bicycle in front of him. It has a fully shock-absorbing body, a front basket that has been enlarged several times, and a back seat with double delivery boxes installed. The power of an electric car far exceeds that of an ordinary delivery boy.
"What is this?" Connie walked over a little exaggeratedly and asked curiously.
