Gu Yin quickly changed his clothes. When he came out, An Jin's aesthetic standards were taken to a whole new level.
Ling Hong's outfit leaned toward a modified military style for men.
Gu Yin's, on the other hand, was a simplified version of ancient Huaxia clothing—a black robe with red patterns and wide sleeves.
The man's ink-black hair cascaded over his shoulders and down to his waist. Gu Yin's features were already intensely striking, and his tall, straight figure only amplified this. The wide-sleeved robe, a mix of black and red, made him look like a dangerously handsome creature of unparalleled beauty.
Gu Yin himself didn't care what he wore. To him, it made no difference whether he wore clothes or not.
His gaze fell upon the female's stunned face, and he couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, a victor's pride swelling in his heart.
Xi looked left, then right, his face falling into a miserable pout. He was suddenly very unhappy.
'Why is my outfit a big skirt?'
