"Come on, open it, just a little—"
Li Ang wanted to close the door, but Dorothy was outside pulling it with all her might.
Two green vines climbed up the door frame, pulling forcefully, causing the entire door frame to creak.
"Alright, alright, come in, come in."
Li Ang helplessly pulled her inside; if he didn't let her in, the door frame might be torn down.
"Oh~"
Being held by him, she deliberately let out a coquettish cry as if surprised.
Dorothy beamed with a smile, humming a tune as she shook open the magic robe.
"Wow, how did you make these gold patterns? They're not particularly eye-catching but still impossible to ignore, instantly transforming the simply designed gown into something discreetly elegant, yet not lacking in nobility and splendor. Wearing it feels more like heading to a banquet than a battlefield."
"Maybe this is what you call a masterpiece created by celestial inspiration."
