After the broadcast about the evening reception party, everyone started to make preparations.
In his room, Yue Zhengyu dug out clothes from his storage ring. He held each selection in front of a mirror, imagining himself in them. Not willing to settle for anything less than perfection. Finally, he found what he was looking for. “Yes! It’s got to be this one. No one will be able to take their eyes off me!”
His chosen outfit: a pure white suit set with his Holy Angel clan’s crest embroidered into the collar. From the jacket, trousers, shirt, belt, bow tie, to even the shoes, nothing broke free from the thematic use of white. The only splash of color was the golden embroidery that complemented his luscious blonde locks. This was the handicraft of a master tailor.
“I’ll definitely be the most dazzling person there tonight,” he said, a prideful grin on his face.
He took his time dressing up, careful not to coax a wrinkle from the fine fabric. He posed in front of the mirror. “Damn. I didn’t know it was possible to be this handsome. I’m so handsome I almost want to pull myself into a dark corner and caress this handsomegod that is me! Give this perky, tight ass a squeeze.” Yue Zhengyu slipped a hand under his finely pressed shirt, lifting it up. “And look at these muscles. Mmm!
“Wait! One more thing!” He adjusted his bow tie. With a flick of his hand, he summoned a decorative golden pocket square, folded it neatly, and slipped it into his chest pocket. “There! Perfect!”
With a giant smile on his face, Yue Zhengyu left his room. The moment he walked out the door, Xu Xiaoyan came out of hers that faced opposite his. They were taken aback for a moment, staring at each other in silence.
She felt as if she were blinded by his radiance. Yue Zhengyu was undoubtedly a handsome boy, nearly as tall as Tang Wulin with a slightly more slender figure. Her heart skipped a beat at the charming smile and noble aura he exuded in his regal suit.
Yue Zhengyu similarly stared at Xu Xiaoyan blankly. She wore a dress that only went down to her knees. Coincidentally, her dress was sparkling white and gently draped over her shoulders. Along the bottom were tiny and golden decorative stars.
Generally, soul masters tended to choose clothes that resembled their martial souls, and neither Yue Zhengyu nor Xu Xiaoyan were exceptions. To their astonishment, however, their outfits perfectly matched one another to the point that they looked like a couple.
“You’re really pretty today,” Yue Zhengyu said sincerely.
A hint of crimson rose to Xu Xiaoyan’s cheeks. “Thank you.”
“Hey, who called me?” The door of the adjacent cabin swung open. Enter Xie Xie. In contrast to Yue Zhengyu and Xu Xiaoyan, he was dressed in a jet black tuxedo, trousers, and bow tie. The only article of clothing breaking that trend was his dress shirt, white like the color of freshly fallen snow. To be honest, Xie Xie was as good looking as Yue
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