Lin Muxue gently patted Zhao Yaqian's back, then let go of her, her gaze falling on her attire, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Qianqian, this outfit won't do, it's too soft. If you meet them, your aura will definitely be crushed."
"Then what should I wear?"
Zhao Yaqian's clothes were chosen after much deliberation; they're Chanel's new autumn fashion.
"I'll help you!" Lin Muxue grabbed the beautician and went straight into the master bedroom's walk-in closet.
She started to dress her up.
More than half an hour later.
Zhao Yaqian, now dressed in a somewhat professional suit, looked at herself in the mirror, beaming: "Very beautiful, thank you, Xue."
The dark pencil skirt paired with flesh-colored stockings made her legs all the more enchanting.
The exquisite makeup, matched with her beautiful face from the glamorous series, plus the stockings, pencil skirt, and an informal blazer draped over her shoulders, made her look tall and glamorous, gracefully poised.
