Apart from this, the slit on the side of the skirt was also very high, almost reaching the top of her thigh, exposing the black stockings underneath.
Fang Rong thought to herself, might she have dressed Miss a bit too boldly?
Not to mention whether men could keep their composure upon seeing Miss in this state.
Even as a woman, she found it overwhelming.
"Miss, should we sew the slit a bit lower? I think it might be a little too high," Fang Rong reached out, pinching an inch of fabric.
Wen Zhi swatted away Fang Rong's hand, "Let's leave it as is, it's quite good."
Her outfit wasn't particularly extravagant, she hadn't even worn a necklace or earrings, and her hair wasn't put up, just curled more tightly and draped behind her.
This was thanks to Fang Rong's apt understanding of Wen Zhi's words, alluring was enough, anything more would be superfluous.
At this moment, she turned to Fang Rong and asked, "Do you have any rope?"
