"Nothing," Liu Rushuang said flatly.
Han Moze walked over to Liu Rushuang and sat beside her. He pulled out a painting, then smiled. "This is the dress I designed for you. Have a look and see if you like it. If you do, then I'll order people to go make it."
For a split-second, Liu Rushuang was left stunned. That tyrant had actually designed a dress for her? He sure had the free time! She swept an emotionless glance at the painting and smirked.
The breast and waist had white embroidery with topaz inlain. The sleeves and skirt were pink with embroidered white flowers. It looked refreshing and full of energy.
"I don't like it," She said quietly.
"Why?" Asked Han Moze with furrowed brows.
"I'll feel childish wearing it, and it just looks too luxurious," she flatly critiqued.
Han Moze pulled a sinister smile. "That's just the result I wanted. You're only sixteen years old. Why must you look so mature every day?"
