Noticing this, he froze stiff. Meanwhile, Ling Zichen was still crying and making a scene beside him, completely unaware that she, too, was barely clothed.
Tang Wulin turned his head and immediately flushed crimson. He hurriedly raised a hand to block his view, glanced around, then tore down the nearby curtain and draped it over her.
"Cover yourself with this first, then hurry up and find some clothes to put on."
Ling Zichen snapped back to her senses at his words, only to have the curtain slapped over her face. Only then did she realize that, at some point, she had ended up barely clothed. Her cheeks instantly turned red, and she hurriedly clutched the curtain tightly around herself.
"Tang Wulin! You're not allowed to look!"
"I wasn't looking..."
Since both of their storage Soul Tools had been destroyed in the explosion, they had no clothes left at all. Tang Wulin could only tear down another curtain and wrap it around himself.
After that, Ling Zichen ran back to her room. Tang Wulin fell silent. All of his clothes had been inside his storage Soul Tool, and now they had all been blown away. He promptly knocked lightly on Ling Zichen's door and said:
"Ling Zichen, can you find me something to wear?"
There was silence inside for a moment. Then, the door opened a crack, and a fair little hand passed out a white-and-red garment.
"This is all I have. Hurry up and change."
"Thanks."
Tang Wulin took the clothes and put them on without a second thought, unaware that Ling Zichen was peeking at him through the crack in the door.
He quickly finished changing. Tang Wulin was now wearing an elegant white-and-red formal long dress. Paired with his long black hair, he actually had quite a distinctive