"Xiao Rou, you look too mature in this dress." Tan Jing reached out to touch Tan Rou's skirt, "You are only eighteen, but you look like twenty-eight in this suit, it doesn't look good at all, take it off quickly."
Tan Rou stepped aside a little, avoiding her hand, and said coldly, "I can see it myself, I don't need you to tell me."
Tan Jing continued: "Xiao Rou, this dress really doesn't look good on you." She poked Zhao Ru's arm, "Zhao Ru, do you think it looks good?"
Zhao Ru thinks that every set of clothes here are beautiful. She has never seen so many such beautiful clothes, each one is made by famous masters. Every gown here were very beautiful, especially the one on Tan Rou. It was so beautiful that it does not look like something a human can make.
"Zhao Ru, do you think it looks good?" Tan Jing pinched Zhao Ru again.
Zhao Ru clutched her arm in pain, nodded and said, "It's pretty, very pretty!"
