Soft light bloomed from the lampshade on the ceiling, illuminating the entire room.
On the bed lay a carefully chosen outfit—the thick, black tights she had finally settled on, and a matching school-style pleated skirt.
Li Zhi's gaze lingered on the deep black color as if she'd been burned, and a distinct heat instantly bloomed on her cheeks.
The thick fabric guaranteed warmth, so it wouldn't seem like she was trying too hard. But the snug fit and the light-absorbing quality of the dark color…
There was no denying it would clearly outline the shape of her legs.
'You moron… you moron, Shen Yuan! You're getting off easy this time!'
The young woman muttered under her breath, as if giving herself a pep talk to suppress the shameful flutter in her heart.
Having found a reason—or rather, an excuse—Li Zhi moved quickly, a mix of reckless abandon and secret anticipation propelling her forward, giving herself no time for regrets.
