"There, done."
Lan Suyao finished adjusting Li Feng's appearance and casually stepped back to take a full view.
Li Feng's hand reluctantly left her breast, giving one final playful squeeze before pulling away.
The white uniform with luxurious feather-fur lining around the collar made Li Feng look exceptionally handsome and dignified.
The robe fit him perfectly, accentuating his tall figure and broad shoulders while giving off an air of elegance and authority.
He now looked like a true young genius from a major sect.
Seeing this, Lan Suyao nodded in satisfaction.
"...Not bad. At least you look presentable now."
Just then, the door to the washroom opened.
Yue Lan walked out with only a thin towel wrapped around her graceful body.
Although she had tried to compose herself, her steps were still slightly unsteady, and her cheeks carried a faint, lingering blush.
Her long white hair was still wet, clinging to her shoulders and back, giving her an alluring, freshly bathed charm.
