Ya Shitian suddenly walked behind her, his arm brushing past her cheek as he reached out and took a red dress off the rack.
"Why not wear red? You look best in red," he said.
Ye Anqi gracefully twirled, moving slightly away from him, "I don't like wearing red."
"But it suits you," Ya Shitian appraised her figure, "in red, you'd look stunningly enchanting."
Ye Anqi giggled, "Isn't that the look of a female ghost?"
"..."
"I certainly don't want to be a ghost," she huffed, taking the dress and heading to the bathroom.
Ya Shitian's lips curled mischievously, "You don't have to wear red, but don't wear white either. Choose another one."
Ye Anqi turned back, puzzled, "Why?"
"White doesn't look good."
White wasn't unattractive; it simply didn't evoke people's primal instincts visually.
Red had a certain suggestive effect…
Ye Anqi flashed a smile, "But I just like white. What's with you today, Master Ya? You want to interfere with whatever color dress I wear?"
