(First update)
"Yang Ming, do I look good in this?"
Inside a clothing store that specialized in custom designs for Spirit Masters, Ning Rongrong stepped out of the changing room, making Yang Ming's eyes light up.
This store truly deserved its reputation as one catering specifically to Spirit Masters. The tailored pink-and-white dress outlined Ning Rongrong's slender, budding figure. Its off-the-shoulder design displayed her fair, smooth skin, while her delicate collarbones and gradually fuller chest were faintly visible beneath the V-shaped neckline.
Below the pleated hem, her shapely, slender legs shifted restlessly back and forth. Black fishnet stockings reached her knees, and her little red shoes made soft taps against the floor. Carrying a sweet fragrance with her, Ning Rongrong threw herself into Yang Ming's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and asked coquettishly, her face flushed like a peach blossom:
"Why aren't you saying anything? Just tell me whether I look good or not."
Yang Ming secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It was the first time he had realized that shopping with a girl could be so terrifying.
This was not the first time Ning Rongrong had asked him that. At first, Yang Ming had showered her with praise and paid without even blinking, but after several straight hours of shopping—from West Street to East Street, then all the way back from East Street—he had lost count of how many outfits he had bought for her.
Spirit City was not cheap to begin with, and clothing made especially for Spirit Masters started at one hundred Gold Soul Coins. Ning Rongrong had always had excellent taste and naturally disdained low-end goods. Everything she bought was high-end.
After all that, Yang Ming's money had poured away like water. Tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins had vanished