Jing Qian was wearing an ankle-length, long plait jacket today. It was a Korean style, with a loose-fitting, dark-khaki. Although the sleeves were above the elbow, which showed her snow-white, jade forearm with a hint of playfulness, it was still a design and color that was extremely difficult for someone to style, especially for a young and ordinary girl.
However, the Jing Qian who was here today was like an angel sent from god. For a piece of clothing that was extremely particular with the person's appearance, skin tone, and charisma, Jing Qian looked incredibly fashionable and dazzling.
"What are you doing?" Qin Yi, who was still stupefied in amazement, suddenly shouted.
While Qin Yi was mesmerized by Jing Qian's temperament and appearance, she had already walked past him and was heading towards his bedroom.
Qin Yi was shocked. When Jing Qian was already about a meter away from him, he finally came back to his senses and shouted out.