The ethereal nude-colored gown, with its floor-sweeping hem adorned with hand-stitched feather motifs, was both delicate and magnificent. As Yan Luoxi turned, her body curves could be glimpsed, exuding both innocence and sensuality in perfect harmony.
Not far away, the assistant Xiao'ai, who stood beside La Zhuangzhuang, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "So beautiful, it's the perfect blend of innocence and sex appeal! Sister Zhuangzhuang, we should have chosen that dress earlier."
The implication was that she disdained the gown La Zhuangzhuang was currently wearing—it was sexy, but with an added hint of vulgarity.
La Zhuangzhuang's exquisitely beautiful face instantly darkened. She gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you shouting so loud? Are you afraid others won't hear you?"
Xiao'ai saw everyone looking at them and quickly covered her mouth, saying timidly, "Sister Zhuangzhuang, I didn't mean to. It's just that the dress is so pretty."
