November 14th — Twin Towers, Imperial Capital!
"Ahh...nooo!~"
"Dad, stop it!"
"Mom, say something!" Wenxi groaned, her eyes darting desperately toward her mom, Anran, who was too busy shoveling food into her mouth to care.
She barely looked up, watching with lazy amusement as Wang Xiao tortured Wenxi with his "fashion sense."
Wenxi stood in front of the vanity mirror, looking like she was ready to explode. Her lips were stuck in a pout, her expression was halfway between annoyed and embarrassed, and her bare feet tapped impatiently on the floor.
Wang Xiao was holding up one dress after another, each one more flamboyant than the last.
And, of course, 'not a single one' was white.
Wenxi, the princess of pristine whites, glared at her dad like he'd just suggested she wear a garbage bag.
"Dad, seriously? This is harassment!" she huffed, her face flushed with equal parts rage and humiliation.
