Eighth Sister, So Obedient and Adorable-Only Appearing After Finishing Something?

Cursing was one thing.

Qin Zhaoer took out a set of clothes and changed into them.

They were moon-white, the fabric thin and close-fitting, sliding along the curve of her waist and outlining her figure with perfect clarity.

The neckline dipped low, the skirt slit high. It looked plain and clean, yet the balance between what it revealed and concealed was just right.

She had made it herself.

Others only thought about covering up when making dresses, but she understood exactly how to reveal.

Her waist and legs still ached, and even bending over took effort, making Qin Zhaoer curse under her breath again.

Only after changing did she slowly shuffle over to the Bronze Mirror, pick up a comb, and smooth out her messy black hair.

Stroke by stroke.

As she combed, Qin Zhaoer suddenly froze.

The face in the mirror was still the same face.

Yet somehow, it seemed different.

Her brows and eyes had not changed, nor had her skin, but an indescribable air now seeped from her.

Languid and alluring, as though overnight, she had shed that shell of youthful innocence.

She stared at the mirror for quite a while, then reached up to touch her own face.

Naturally, she knew why.

The tips of her ears quietly warmed, yet the corners of her lips curled up beyond her control. The longer she looked, the more pleased she became.

Looking herself over from every angle in the mirror, she eventually began humming a tune.

"Dead old man, you're wicked indeed... This young lady is beautiful indeed..."

"Yesterday's debt is written off in one stroke... Can't be helped; who told this young lady to be so generous?"

"Generous and beautiful, and able to obtain a peerless beauty like this young lady, unmatched in heaven or earth... you