After changing into the blue-and-yellow backless sweater covered in signatures, Jiang Han looked herself over in the mirror and had to admit that the outfit suited her quite well.
It was just that the signatures on it looked a little... not exactly strange, but somewhat awkward.
It always reminded her of the chaotic scene after some sort of group witch activity, where [body.Writing] had been left all over one particularly unfortunate witch.
Jiang Han tightened the elastic band around her lower hem, with its silent bells tied to it. The sweater only reached halfway down her thighs. Everything about it was good, except its level of exposure was rather alarming. If she had not worn that blue-gray sleeveless fitted undershirt beneath it, the amount of skin showing would have been no different from wearing only underwear.
After touching up her makeup a little and patting on some foundation, Jiang Han's mental fortitude was now strong enough that she treated all such clothes as merely slightly revealing swimsuits!
She rolled the blue stocking on her left leg inward. Its superb elasticity and texture made her sigh over how expensive goods truly deserved their price.
Once she had rolled it up, she freed one hand to hook the short lace elastic stocking downward. Curling her toes inward, she deftly slipped off the elastic stocking in that position.
She rolled up the lace stocking and put it into the garment bag, then lifted her left leg until her knee nearly touched her face. With her foot raised, she pulled on the rolled-up stocking. As the stocking properly slid into place, her arch straightened tautly, almost forming a straight line with her calf.
She gripped the top of the stocking with both hands and pulled it upward, stretching her pointed foot forward at the