"So according to you, the skirt was chosen entirely by the shop owner? And you knew nothing about it?"
Ji Lingruo sat upright on the chair, her gaze unfriendly. One hand gripped the hilt of a sword, while the other hand rubbed the wooden sword back and forth as if ready to chop something with it.
Under the lamp's glow, her luminescent legs crossed elegantly. The very short gauzy skirt draped from the base of her thighs. Above the skirt's waistband, her waist was daringly bare, revealing the slender and subtly powerful curve of a young girl's waistline. The curve rose upwards, wrapped by a silk bustier adorned with tassels, whose intricate decorations seemed to capture everyone's attention.
Except for the blind.
The whole outfit didn't look indecent but rather displayed the beauty of a woman's figure openly.
You Su stood honestly by the table, feeling his junior sister's disdainful gaze piercing his back:
"Just a little bit, I only knew a little bit."
