Tian Qiu'er carried the ink-black fitted outfit into the changing room. A moment later, the curtain swished open.
She turned in front of the mirror. The ink-black outfit hugged her figure, tracing smooth lines, while its snug cuffs and trouser hems looked clean and neat. A dark sash cinched lightly at her waist, giving her a dashing air without restricting her movements.
The cumbersome feeling of her earlier skirt had vanished completely. Her arms stretched freely when she raised them, and nothing hindered her steps.
"What do you think? What do you think?" Tian Qiu'er walked up to Tian Chen and threw a punch into the air, the gust from her fist making the fabric rustle.
"Isn't it so convenient? I'll definitely be able to cut loose in a fight!" Excitement sparkled in her eyes. Clearly, she was delighted with the outfit.
Looking at Tian Qiu'er before him, Tian Chen lost himself for a moment.
Before, he had seen her looking lovely and radiant in luxurious dresses, or noble in her soul beast form, but he had never seen her looking so spirited and dashing.
The ink-black outfit perfectly blended the agility and strength of her figure. Even the breeze stirred by her punch seemed to carry an edge that could not be underestimated.
The excitement in her eyes resembled dancing sparks, making her already radiant face all the more vivid.
Looking at the lively figure before him, Tian Chen smiled and nodded. "It's great. A good fit, and nice and neat. Let's get this one."
Tian Qiu'er immediately cheered, then lifted her chin at the Ice Empress like a little beast that had won a fight. "Hear that? Even Tian Chen says it's good!"
The Ice Empress snorted, snatched up the garments, and entered the changing room. The curtain