The clothing was very thin, sewn from silk as sheer as cicada wings. Its design was also quite daring, perfectly outlining her flawless figure while leaving her back bare.
It exposed a broad expanse of snow-white skin.
It was as alluring and seductive as could be.
In the past, Guan Qinghan would never have worn anything like this.
After all, she was a leader of the Righteous Path.
Cold as frost, dignified and stern.
Countless talented young men of the Righteous Path had fallen for her, yet could scarcely win so much as a proper glance from her.
But now she had to put on these wanton clothes and take the initiative to accommodate the demon. What a humiliation!
The more she thought about it, the more grief, indignation, and killing intent filled her. A biting murderous aura radiated from her, like gusts of autumn wind dancing through the courtyard, sweeping up fallen leaves and autumn frost.
For a long time, she could not make her final decision. Suddenly, a figure appeared in her mind.
Imposing, upright, domineering, cold...
A face as though carved by blades and axes, unfathomably deep eyes, and that powerfully built body, with its almost suffocating heat...
For a moment, she was entranced. After a long daze, she silently put on the clothes.
If she could play it safe, she had to play it a little safer.
Since she did not know how far the relationship between those two had progressed, she would be as uninhibited as possible.
Only then would she avoid arousing the demon's suspicions.
Soon, she had finished changing.
Her silver hair flowed, her skin white as snow.
The daring, sexy outfit hugged her, perfectly outlining her graceful figure, brimming with youthful vitality.
For some reason, she kept feeling that the clothing was