With her feet twisting to one side, Luo Huian walked over to the wardrobe. She raised her hands and then tugged the wooden doors of the wardrobe, however as soon as she opened it —
"What the hell?" She cursed while looking at the pieces of clothing hanging in front of her. If they could be called clothes in the first place.
One was a maid dress with the front so small that half of her bosom would be spilling out, the skirt was just as small. The second one was a racy lingerie that could make even the immortals blush and the last one was not even a dress.
It was a rope that was tied and twisted around such that it would wrap itself around the wearer at all the wrong places. Luo Huian shut the door with a bang at once.
"I would rather die than wear that," Luo Huian cursed with a pair of pink clouds on her cheeks. She was embarrassed and angered by how she was being treated by this old mer.