Now, he tied it up with a white-purple crown, with faint golden flecks, looking every inch like a noble gentleman descending from the Immortal Realm, too handsome to look at directly.
"Since there's nothing wrong with the clothes, why is Qingge looking at me like that?" Si Mo asked curiously, looking at her. Suddenly, his amber eyes brightened with realization, "It seems Qingge quite likes my outfit."
"Thick-skinned." Mu Qingge rolled her eyes at him, guarded her gaze, and said coldly, "Your outfit is not low-key at all."
Si Mo frowned, pursed his lips, and thought for a moment. He walked towards Mu Qingge and asked, "What do you think, Qingge? Should I add something, or perhaps remove something?"
He proactively inquired, and Mu Qingge glanced back at him.
Yet, she suddenly realized that with Si Mo's appearance, unless he changed his face, no matter how he dressed, he wouldn't be able to keep a low profile.
Helplessly, she replied, "No need, this is fine."
