If his eyes weren't failing him, Su Bai was certain that the outfit she was wearing was a modified version of Demon Beast's costume.
Talk about a childhood memory.
The modifications were pretty extreme—the kind of cosplay that could easily get someone reported at a convention. But unlike outsiders who knew nothing and made random changes, whoever designed this outfit clearly understood the source material.
It perfectly preserved the original's appeal while incorporating even more suggestive fan-made elements.
At that moment, Sister Chen's thoughts were spinning as she considered how to start a conversation with Su Bai.
Her accumulated experience from years spent navigating nightlife, together with her faith in climbing the social ladder, was about to crystallize into some clever opening line when...
Su Bai suddenly spoke.
"Where did you buy that outfit? It looks nice."
"Ah... this one? I found it at a boutique buyer's shop. I thought it was pretty creative..."
Sister Chen instinctively lied.
She made up an explanation that sounded rather upscale.
Buyer's shops were fashionable items for the petite bourgeoisie, after all.
With their combination of niche appeal and high markups, plenty of second-generation rich kids liked finding reputable buyer's shops to order clothes from lesser-known brands.
"A buyer's shop? Could you give me their contact information? I really like this outfit's design style. I'm quite interested."
"Ah ha, so you're interested in this outfit, handsome..."
Sister Chen struggled to maintain her fake smile, the corners of her mouth twitching.
She had thought he was interested in her. Yet after she sat down beside Su Bai, not only did he not take the opportunity to wrap an arm around her waist, he even shifted farther away and kept their conversation absurdly proper.
Sister Chen was instantly dealt a heavy blow.
Her heart filled with