Roxus shook her face.
Lucifer, who was standing in front of the wardrobe with the clothes Roxus had prepared for him, sighed. This was the fifth suit he had tried.
"Is it because of the colour? Hence bright colours don't suit me?" asked Lucifer.
Roxus closed her eyes with a difficult face and then looked at Lucifer with longing. "You. Your body. Your skin colour. Everything. Everything you wear makes me want to put a crown on your head," said Roxus. "You're too radiant," she muttered.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes. Roxus said so while wearing a thin white robe that made her skin look so clean and transparent. Perfect curves that lean back on the sofa aloof. White hair that reflected the sun and long eyelashes that cast deep shadows on her beautiful lavender eyes.
Even without wearing a beautiful dress Roxus was already so striking—
