"...Have you gotten drunk too?"
Fu Hua awkwardly forced out that sentence.
It was a very straightforward answer, but she felt terribly embarrassed!
"All right, personally... Fu Hua, you're still better suited to somewhat cooler outfits."
Liu Bai spoke seriously.
If there was any version of Fu Hua that had left the deepest impression on Liu Bai, it was undoubtedly the Night Squire.
The other outfits... while they were nice too, somehow they just didn't feel quite right.
"I thought you were going to say something about high-slit qipao..."
Seemingly to hide her earlier embarrassment, Fu Hua made a joke at her own expense.
But as soon as she said that, Liu Bai subconsciously looked at Fu Hua's chest.
Well, how should he put it?
The appeal of a qipao was its curves.
But Fu Hua... hmm, her curves were rather worrying.
To the point that Liu Bai deeply felt Rita was better suited for a qipao than Fu Hua...
"Where are you looking?"
There was a trace of killing intent in Fu Hua's tone.
"You're not that shallow a person, are you?"
"Gulp... Liu Bai! The wine spilled into my chest!"
Feixiao complained at the worst possible moment.
Liu Bai's expression froze.
Why the hell were you telling me that it spilled into your chest?! Did you expect me to lick it clean for you?!
You drunken fox, why did you have to bring that up?!
"Liu Bai..."
"Of course I was looking at your thighs, Fu Hua!"
"...?"
You were looking at my thighs?
Why didn't I believe that at all?!
...But Fu Hua still obediently listened.
"I mean... cough, cough, I feel like your thighs and butt are very... very suited for plain... cough, cough, plain... between-the-thighs?"
"Pervert."
The logistics Valkyrie working as a waitress muttered softly,