Tong Ran was almost mesmerized by the sight; she never imagined that someone could make camouflage clothing look so stylish. She remembered her high school and middle school military training days in the same attire—it was so bad she dared not go outside...
This man truly was born to be a clothes rack; he made anything look exceptional.
Mo Nanjue walked up to her, "Go change."
She hesitated for a moment, "Am I wearing this too?"
The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Do you want to wear a dress? I can accompany you on a field battle."
"..."
Tong Ran stood up and walked into the room.
After changing, she walked out, checking herself in the mirror. Actually, it wasn't that bad.
She looked pretty slender too, right?
She turned her head, "Am I getting prettier as I grow?"
Mo Nanjue gave her a cold glance, his thin lips uttered two words: "Short legs."
"You..." Tong Ran quickly stepped forward and put one leg on the bench beside him, "Take a good look, are my legs short?"
