A Western-style black formal hat, paired with a red and black long dress.
Beneath the smooth silk gauze, her flawless back was faintly visible.
Several black ropes were scattered around her neck, obscuring her shoulder blades.
Unfortunately, as the gaze descends, the fabric becomes increasingly substantial.
The blood-red silk clung tightly to her waist.
A quick glance to the side revealed the protruding ankles and the prominent veins on the hands.
Slender and delicate, its softness is visible to the naked eye. It makes one want to pick it up and play with it.
She had a waist as slender as a willow and skin as white as jade.
Further down, we come to the exquisite details of the clothing design.
Gauze and silk fabrics are layered together.
Long, slender legs were hidden among them.
With a leisurely pace, it seemed both ethereal and dreamlike.
Like peeking at a mountain through the mist, it resembles both peaks and clouds.
To flirt and seduce.
At first glance, all I remember is that snow-white color.
However, it would be a grave mistake to underestimate a beautiful woman because of this.
Although it resembles jade, it is full of powerful lines.
With each thud of footsteps, it gradually seeped into the depths of my heart.
It seemed as if, in the next second, those cheetah-like legs could strike his heart and kill him instantly.
Below her bony ankles were a pair of red high heels.
Exquisite sapphire blue crystals are set on the shoe buckle beside the ankle, making one want to take it off.
But at that moment, they were stopped by a cold and murderous gaze.
Subconsciously drawn by that gaze, I couldn't help but look up, wanting to find out what was going on.
But they accidentally stumbled into a sea of blood.
Cold and world-weary, with a hint of arrogance.
Her snow-white hair fell over her shoulders.
His scarlet pupils stared like a wild beast, and the downturned corners of his mouth seemed to convey the 'lady's' impatience.
In the mirror, a tall woman in a blood-red dress, with a cold expression, stares at herself.
"Oh my god, my darling, you're absolutely amazing." The moment that voice rang out, the 'woman's' expression changed.
He replied with a smile, "It's all thanks to Mom's good taste; this dress is absolutely gorgeous."
Coleman tugged at his uncomfortable back, a hint of worry in his eyes. "If it's just me, will my brother get jealous?"
Her voice was clear and crisp, yet tinged with a touch of gentleness; her expression conveyed just the right amount of confusion; and her voice was as sweet as a beautifully dressed woman's.
She resembled a young noblewoman in her early twenties, worried that her older sister might be jealous.
Upon hearing Kikyo's electronic eye flashed for a moment.
She never expected her eldest son to be so jealous.
Seeing this, Coleman continued to whine to his mother, "You don't know, when you bought me clothes last time, Yi was so jealous! She secretly took away a lot of my desserts, she was so stingy!"
Half-truth, half-lies, the white-haired 'girl' weaves a lie, softly coaxing the woman before her into believing she is an equally beautiful lady.
It carried a hint of seduction and a touch of cunning.
Kikyo pondered for a moment, then quickly dismissed the possibility of truth or falsehood in those words.
Hugging the little one who hadn't been home for so long, she patted him gently. "What should we do? Little Ke, can you be a little more generous? Let's bring Little Yi over to try too?"
She still really wanted to see the twins standing in front of her, dressed in completely different outfits.
After all, Illumi hasn't worn women's clothing in a long time.
"But what if he's shy?" Kikyo used the blind spot during the hug to look at the rows of skirts not far ahead.
With a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, she was teasing her son.
Coleman, too, was using the blind spot to look at the door not far ahead.
A malicious glint flashed in his red eyes.
Feigning innocence, she said, "Just coax her a little, and she'll be fine. Your sister won't be angry."
His lips were also slightly upturned; he was deceiving his mother.
The next second, Kikyo gently nudged Coleman.
The two concealed their emotions perfectly as they looked at each other.
"You, you, if you act too much like a spoiled child, Little Yi will find you annoying," Kikyo said with a knowing smile.
Coleman blinked, seemingly not understanding the implication, and simply stuck out his tongue. "Don't worry, my sister won't be angry."
Upon hearing this, Kikyo said no more and had Coleman bring Illumi over.
Coleman lifted her skirt and slowly backed away.
Until they reached the doorway.
Suddenly, Kikyo heard his second son speak.
His voice was extremely soft, yet incredibly earnest.
"Mom, my brother won't be angry, right?"
Kikyo remained silent, his electronic eyes flashing incessantly before finally settling into stillness.
She gave an irrelevant reply.
"Mom and Dad won't be angry."
The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and the tone was serious and earnest.
Coleman blinked, and he knew the answer.
"Then I'll go find my brother."
Go ahead, be careful on the road.