Haven't you met the Imperial Master? Why are you still talking nonsense?
Adrian gritted her teeth and rubbed the jade flute at her waist with her thumb. After returning to the palace, she would go talk to Marcus and at least correct the term "chicken".
The National Master, Lan Jiangxue, also known by the name Marcus, was currently gazing at the new clothes on the hangers in the Zhaixing Pavilion.
The outer cover, made of three layers of gauze, glowed in the moonlight. The intricate and gorgeous cloud patterns appeared and disappeared on the hem of the dress, which was really a very beautiful dress.
"Are you satisfied?" Lan Shanyu asked him with a smile, standing next to the clothes rack.
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