With long and straight jet-black hair, the figure strutted in in a black sequinned skin-tight dress paired with a leather jacket. Dashing and confident in Dr. Martens, without deliberating using feminine make-up, Ning Xi only deepened the eyeliner slightly and adjusted the lip color.
Even though it portrayed the image of a female, it maintained Jiang Muye's own characteristics, his wildness, and his unruliness.
When Jiang Muye opened his eyes, this was who he saw as himself.
It was unexpectedly not as hard to accept as he had imagined.
Ning Xi held her chin and looked with glittering eyes at this beauty before her. "Oh, my! Jiang Muye! The way you look right now makes me willing to climb a mountain of swords or plunge into a deep fryer for you!"
Jiang Muye glared helplessly at this girl who was using a tone that she used to pick up girls with him. "Shut up!"
"The way you look when you say 'shut up' is so cute!"
"Ning Xiao Xi!"
