“Yes, that’s the feeling.” Zuan looked the woman in front of him up and down. “This ugly empress dowager’s dress really doesn’t suit you. Come on, change into these.”
She then took out an office lady uniform from the glass bead, complete with classic black stockings and high heels.
Seeing this, Jiang Luofu looked at him strangely: "Why are you talking to the Conqueror King like this?"
“It seems that aesthetic tastes are universal,” Zaun laughed. “These are all pieces I collected back in the Dreamlands, definitely better than the sets you found in the Rift.”
Jiang Luofu blushed. She had found some similar clothes in some secret realms of the cultivation world, and she liked them very much at the time.
Later, after entering the temple and traveling through the myriad worlds, she realized that these were workplace suits from technological civilizations, and that they often had some special symbolic meaning, which led her to dress much more conservatively afterward.
But deep down she really liked this style, and now that she was wearing it for her lover, she naturally didn't need to hide it.
"Turn your back."
"I'll help you put it on."
"Pah!"
Finally, Zuan couldn't resist and turned around. A rustling sound came from behind him: "Are you done yet?"
At that moment, a leg gently kicked his body, and he turned around, his breathing becoming rapid.
The suit automatically fitted and cinched to hug her slender yet shapely figure, without any unnecessary pleats or embellishments. The subtle, almost imperceptible, curve at the waistline outlined a breathtaking silhouette. The white silk shirt underneath, buttoned meticulously just above the collarbone, exuded an air of untouchable nobility—yet the more it was fastened, the more it aroused thoughts of desecration.
However, what's even more eye-catching are her long, slender legs. The classic black stockings aren't sheer and alluring, but rather have a delicate, matte texture that tightly wraps around the smooth and firm lines from her ankles to her thighs.
The "absolute territory" between the edge of the stockings and the hem of the skirt leaves endless room for imagination.
Her long hair was neatly tied back, with only a few strands falling beside her ears, gently swaying and adding a touch of allure to her cool, fair face.
She even put on a pair of exquisite glasses and looked at him with a haughty and mocking gaze: "Zu, what mischief are you planning to do now?"
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