“Hello? Are you blind? I’m asking which one of these looks better!” Qingxuan groaned, whining about the difference in robe color for the fifth time in an hour. To be honest… they looked the same.

The man— well, woman since he was in his female form— sighed dramatically again, collapsing against a settee, the back of his hand against his forehead.

“If only I could have someone to… ah— model!” His eyes were twinkling as he turned back into his male form. Why… was he staring at you?