After changing his clothes, Ye Zhuo opened the door and saw Cen Shaoqing walking out of the room.
Cen Shaoqing also changed into the unique clothing of the grassland.
He was very different from his usual plain and long clothes.
He was dressed in black silk with embroidered edges. A wide belt was tied around his waist, outlining his perfect figure. A small machete hung from the belt.
He was originally very tall, and at this moment, his long legs appeared even more straight and long.
Noble and elegant.
Black was a very mysterious color. When it was worn on Cen Shaoqing’s body, it appeared even more noble and elegant. It was cold and exuded a domineering aura unique to a prairie man.
It had always been clothes that suited people, but when it came to him, it became a human shirt.
She looked at him and was stunned.
He looked at her and was also stunned.
Their eyes met, and in the blink of an eye, they could see the look of surprise in each other’s eyes.