Hua Cheng Outfit Novels & Stories

he promised me. "Alright, I'll come with you," I just answered and changed into a power blue dress. It looks like a Chinese kimono and has sheer cloth saya and pants inside. I look like an actor I see in Chinese drama shows. There was a black belt and I tied my hair in a ponytail. "Go to Gaspar's shop. He will be waiting for you there." Honey. "Alright, Honey. I'm leaving," I said goodbye to her and looked for Falix who didn't like to talk. But I didn't see it so I completely left for Gaspar's store.

Chu Xun had seen that Yue Jingchou's appearance was much better than Yan Wushuang's and Flaming Qilin's. He wore a tuxedo, a top hat, and held a cane. "Are you going to perform magic or dance?" Chu Xun's face darkened. Yue Jingchou took off his hat and bent down, pressing it on his chest. With one hand behind his back, he gave a standard gentleman's salute. "Uncle," said Yue Jingchou, "this is an important day for you. I won't allow myself to embarrass you. I must look graceful."

An hour later Chen Chu Chu came with Shen Yu, she has changed her vibrant red dress to a dull pink one , it wasn't her fault , for so many years she enjoyed the status of a secondary wife thus all her clothes from her time as a serving concubine were old and worn down and in such a haste there was no way anyone will be able to get a new pair skirt and blouse . Behind Chen Chu Chu was Shen Yu , just like Chen Chu Chu; her status too have suffered greatly .From a secondary wife daughter to a lowly concubine daughter . Thus, Shen Yu too needed a change of clothes and since she never once wore dresses that were appropriate for a concubine daughter therefore; Shen Yu had to borrow one of Shen Mia

With a bright smile, she said, "Welcome, Sir Qiu." The remaining salesgirl was still smiling. "Hello, sir. What kind of formal attire do you need? Our clothes are all imported from the West. I'm sure they're all suitable for a gentleman like you." Xiao Chen frowned at the other salesgirl's attitude. He also noticed that the store sold eccentric clothing with slim sleeves and separate tops and bottoms. The colors were dark, too. They didn't match a cultivators' sect's disciple like him. After scanning the store, he pointed to a set of formal attire hanging from the tallest spot. "Take that down for me to see."

He was trying his luck to see if he could trace his sister, Ding Ke'er. Sure enough, Ding Hao soon saw a large company of martial artists, dressed differently from those from the Central Region. They were not in long robes, but strange tight-fitting clothes. Their arms and legs were mostly bare, and some even went barefoot. They wore many gold bangles, silver rings, and other precious jewelry on their bodies—the exotic fashion of a foreign land.

“You look like you’re human.” There was a gasp from the assembled crowd. And when assorted monsters gasp, it isn’t like a theatre crowd stunned to find the Inspector was the murderer all along, the sound was like a roomful of snakes who had their tails stepped on at the same time. Cheng smiled. He was dressed like something out of the Arabian Nights. A large blouse made of thin silk, open to the navel the way Sinbad the Sailor might wear it, and baggy pants that were perhaps three sizes too big for him. His chest was hairless and his stomach was fully abbed-up like he’d been working out with a personal trainer to prepare for the European leg of the tour.

However, Murong Cheng as a clan head, his city was extremely deep, if he deliberately hid something, if the onlookers wanted to see the clues from his face, I'm afraid it would be impossible. Mu Zi's attention shifted to the clothes in his hand, she tried, "Why don't you wear them for me later?" Murong Cheng smiled and rubbed her head, "Good." The clothes were a set, an old-fashioned navy blue button-down cardigan, very well cut, the outwardly turned cuffs were embroidered with a circle of delicate pirouetting symmetrical floral patterns, the buttons were made of turquoise, and there was dark embroidery on the collar and hem. When an older person wore this dress, it was both rich and elegant

Omi frowned: "strange, isn't Zixia there?" Allen Peterson was surprised and was about to find a window. When he jumped in, the door suddenly opened with exquisite makeup. Wu Zixia, who was wearing a cheongsam, opened the door. The white and tender skin is like good white porcelain, reflecting the sun and shining in front of people. "Sorry, I was delayed just now. I came out late." Omi’s eyes lit up: "Zixia, isn't this your favorite cheongsam? Why put it on? Do you have a date later?"

Laura didn't care about this and planned to go to the pharmacy with Stephan to see it. Unexpectedly, he saw an acquaintance as soon as he went out. Cara was wearing a dark blue brocade cheongsam with a white woolen coat over it. Standing at the door of her western-style building, she seemed to be looking at Laura, but her face was cold, not as enthusiastic as she used to be. And her dress today is a little different from the dress of her former students, more elegant in her purity. In fact, students can also wear cheongsam to school. In some universities, there are no requirements for clothing, and it depends on the student’s own preferences.

Then he glance at the other folded set, pajamas? “What the hell?!” The others walked down the stairs and get to the terrace. Liyanna and Hailey saw Jiwoon wearing a tuxedo, Karin wearing a panda jacket and shorts, then Shang Huanyi wearing a cheongsam (Chinese style dress). “Where’s the others?” Liyanna asked looking around the room she was wearing a suit same of what Elena wears that totally make her look like an FBI agent. “We don’t know when I get here Karin and Jiwoon are already here” Huanyi answered feeling a sudden burst of need to comply.