A dozen minutes later.
Liu Rulan glared at Xia Ping with her big eyes, shame and fury written all over her face. She was both angry and embarrassed.
Earlier, she had thought Xia Ping was about to give free rein to his beastly urges and that her chastity was doomed. Yet this foreign Evil Demon had not touched her at all. Instead, he had tossed her a strange piece of clothing.
According to this foreign Evil Demon, this garment was called a qipao in the world beyond, and he wanted her to put it on.
Liu Rulan had not paid much attention at first. Having clothes to wear was already good enough. But once she put it on, she understood just how shameful this qipao truly was.
It was far too form-fitting, accentuating the figure to an extreme degree.
Her figure was already exceptionally voluptuous, curved in all the right places. Once she put it on, every contour stood out in perfect relief, displaying all her assets to the fullest. It was sexy and alluring—the sort that could make men spit blood.
"Not bad, not bad. It looks like it suits you very well."
Xia Ping looked her up and down.
Not bad my ass!
Liu Rulan's pretty face flushed red. She was so ashamed and furious that she wanted nothing more than to slap this hooligan. To think someone had designed clothing this shameless—who knew what lecherous pervert had done it.
This was clearly clothing made to satisfy men's lust.
On Blood Soul Continent, social customs were still quite conservative, much like in ancient times.
The women of this continent generally wrapped themselves as tightly as possible. Usually, a white robe was all she needed, concealing her from head to toe. When had she ever worn something this shameless?