HRPM – Chapter 80 A Tragic Confession (7)

“Anyway, I’ve got a perfect figure—I look good in anything.”

Jin Luoluo said, “Well, you might not know this, but everyone has their own strange preferences. For example, some men like women with big chests, some like women with small feet, and some women like men with beautiful fingers. As for me, my preference is men who wear white.”

Jin Luoluo’s little-known quirk was that she had a “white-clad prince” complex.

Xiao Yu’s face darkened—she really seemed to know quite a lot about men.

Jin Luoluo’s eyes darted about as she smiled ingratiatingly at him. “Actually, I do have a pretty good impression of you. If you’re willing to wear the ‘Elegant Gentleman’ series of Tang-style outfits that I personally designed, I’m sure I’ll like you even more.”

Step by step, she began to achieve her goal. If Xiao Yu truly had feelings for her, that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

She could take charge of his daily wardrobe. With such a perfect model promoting her Tang-style clothing in person, how could her business not boom?

“You made clothes for me personally?” Xiao Yu was pleasantly surprised, instantly feeling as if he had fallen into a jar of honey—sweet beyond words.

This Jin Luoluo was too adorable. Before even becoming his consort, she was already showing the qualities of a virtuous wife—promising, very promising.

Jin Luoluo took out several sets of white robes from an exquisite box and unfolded them for Xiao Yu to see.

“Look—clothes made by me, Jin Luoluo, are high-quality and stylish. Once you put them on, you’ll be so handsome people will be dazzled, and girls will be chasing after you. Go on, try them!”

She praised her own designs enthusiastically, then gazed at him with sparkling, expectant eyes.

Captured by her bright and innocent gaze, Xiao Yu immediately felt elated and took the clothes to the inner room to change.

When he came out wearing them, even Jin Luoluo was momentarily stunned.

The flowing pure white robes gave Xiao Yu an ethereal, almost immortal aura. The hem was embroidered with elegant bamboo patterns, and the sleeves were adorned with fine silver-thread knots.

As expected of the Fourth Prince of Chuyun—he didn’t just wear the clothes stylishly, he gave them presence. What was originally a ninety-point outfit instantly soared to one hundred and twenty on him—even top international models couldn’t compare.

“Luoluo, have you been captivated by my elegance?”

Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, Xiao Yu naturally knew just how handsome and dashing he looked at that moment.