Sigh.
If it weren't for the belief in "nature," Li Zhibai really might have wanted to use a chest binder.
Having such a good figure is also a bother.
Once Li Zhibai put on the undershirt, Zhu Pingniang circled around her, clicking her tongue.
"Tong Jun, manners." Li Zhibai sighed helplessly.
As a lady, how could she make such rude sounds?
"Never mind..." Zhu Pingniang shook her head, "It actually suits you, with this dress, it dilutes much of those intimidating things on you, making you ready to attend a banquet at least."
The clothes made by the girls at Piluo Residence really have some interesting qualities.
Looking at Li Zhibai's top now, the dark threads embroidered with blooming red plum blossoms are complex and layered, in full bloom, matched with Li Zhibai's nearly perfect figure, a mature woman's charm comes at you. The key is that this little blouse pairs extremely well with her originally black long skirt.
