Chapter 460

d in front of the shops, each one was more impressive than the last: three Lincolns, a Caddie, a Bugatti, and two Ferraris... Either luxurious stretched limousines or eye-catching sports cars, and the...Chapter 460

The Smiling Mask's smile flashed past as he thought that a man shorter than 185 centimeters truly couldn’t stand beside Wu Shuang unless she took off her high heels. Wu Shuang pursed her lips, for the Smiling Mask had originally wanted to make her change into a pair of canvas shoes; however, Long Chengtian insisted on having Wu Shuang wear ten-centimeter high heels that matched this dress.

Why

Because Long Chengtian's height was 190 centimeters while the Smiling Mask’s was only 182 centimeters. When wearing these high heels, Wu Shuang would be taller than the Smiling Mask but shorter than Long Chengtian. In terms of height, Long Chengtian would tower over the Smiling Mask, which could be described as a small immature move by Long Chengtian.

Mozhen also agreed with his leader's viewpoint. Little White was a fashion prince, and under his influence, Mo Family brothers' sense of aesthetics wouldn't be too bad either. Wu Shuang never cared about her appearance from childhood; if her father and Kaka said it looked good, she didn’t consider any other outfit. She also wasn't interested in what was popular at the moment—she just wanted to look comfortable.

However, Mo Yao and Mozhen felt that she was already taller than most women to begin with; wearing such high heels would reduce her femininity. Men generally preferred petite ladies, so if Wu Shuang didn’t have a petite figure but still tried to increase her height, it wouldn't be very appealing in men's eyes.

"Are they really too tall I think they fit perfectly." Wu Shuang said without any pressure; all the men in their family were very tall, and she was shorter than Mozhen when wearing them.

The Smiling Mask replied, "They are too high."

Long Chengtian retorted, "That's because you're too short." The Smiling Mask glanced at Long Chengtian; being a mature man, he didn’t bother with immature people like him.

Moyo found this very amusing. These two men felt completely natural standing beside Wu Shuang and were very harmonious together. They complemented each other nicely—the Smiling Mask was steady and mature while Long Chengtian was cold and domineering, both of them treating Wu Shuang well.

Wu Shuang took off her shoes. Mo Yao nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, this looks much better."

The big brother says it's good, then it must be good. Wuxiang maintains her original view: if only Long Chengtian thinks something looks good while everyone else disagrees, she will definitely side with the majority.

Moyao's outfits are all picked by Mo Xiaobai, so Moyao is more authoritative in this aspect.

Mochen checks Wuxiang's clothes and laughs as he says, "You've bought only brand-name clothes. They look great, fitting your style well... but how unique is this one on you"

Long Chengtian's eyes light up; this must be praise—saying a piece of clothing looks good is easy, but saying it has character is rare and precious. So Long Chengtian happily asks Mochen, "You also find it special This is what I picked for her. I think she looks very pretty."

Moyao and Mochen exchange glances; they suddenly feel enlightened—so that's why!

Moyao decisively agrees, "Yeah, beautiful."

Long Chengtian feels satisfied.

The outfit is indeed pretty, but it makes Wuxiang look too shocking. Apart from charm and allure, there’s an overwhelming sense of wildness as if she has unleashed all the passionate emotions buried deep within her heart—colorful and wildly sexy.

If Mo Jue and Ye Wei saw Wuxiang in this outfit when they returned home, their first reaction would probably be to check the door number again to make sure they hadn't come to the wrong house.

After all, the stark contrast between her previous black-and-white style and this colorful set is too jarring.

Buddy, give people some time to adjust, okay

You can’t just take someone from Antarctica straight to a volcano—that would be fatal.

Dragon Chengtian's gaze is truly too... distinctive.

Wu Shuang pointed at something on the sofa and told Mo Chen, "Help me bring it upstairs. I'm going to video chat with daddy."

She was like a little girl putting on new clothes for the New Year, bouncing up the stairs to show her most beloved mommy and daddy her new clothes. Mo Chen had already grown accustomed to being enslaved by their Queen, he was the one who could be enslaved the most.

However...

"Ghost Mask, Dragon Chengtian, you two will have to take it upstairs in a moment," Mo Chen casually passed off the task. He had a feeling that Wu Shuang's spring was about to arrive; look how happy she was, this happiness wasn't fake at all.

Dragon Chengtian and Ghost Mask were truly full of potential.

"Is there anything to drink" Ghost Mask asked.

"Is there anything to eat" Dragon Chengtian inquired.

Moyao raised an eyebrow, and Mo Chen was surprised as he said, "You guys didn't eat all day They've been gone for over ten hours."

"No!" The two men spoke in unison. First, they spent six hours accompanying Wu Shuang for styling, then several more hours shopping on the streets; it seemed that Wu Shuang had an endless supply of energy and hadn't felt hungry once, so they returned with empty stomachs.

Mo Chen held a high level of respect for them and made two simple servings of pasta for them. Moyao said, "You guys made her very happy."

"Who made her happy" Dragon Chengtian denied it.

The Masked Face just smiled, eating his spaghetti and drinking the wine that Mo Chen had poured for them. It was their first time feeling so disheveled; they had spent an entire day accompanying a woman while shopping, returning home with empty stomachs.

No one would believe it if they told others about this.

Since Wuduang was happy, Mo Yao and Mo Chen were also in high spirits. This time around, Mo Yao seemed exceptionally easygoing; although he still appeared indifferent on the surface, at least he didn't exude an arrogant and aloof aura.

The Masked Face officially became a member of the Black Hand Society, with the exception of Long Chengtian.

Mo Yao asked, "Long Chengtian, do you want to continue living in our house"

"Of course!" Why wouldn't he stay when they provided him food and drink The cooking was better than that at a hotel, the beds were comfortable, and the environment was beautiful. Why wouldn't he continue staying

Mo Yao pondered over this; after all, there had been a life lost between Long Chengtian and Wuduang. They worried that Long Chengtian might harm Wuduang maliciously, especially during this period when Wuduang had given up on Kaka emotionally. Although her mood seemed unaffected, she was in an emotional void phase. Mo Yao didn't want Long Chengtian to interact too much with Wuduang during this time. Seeing that Wuduang was happy, he thought it would be okay for them to stay together but felt conflicted about this.

Mo Chen said, "It's good that Xiaobai isn't at home; things would be very lively if she were."

Mo Yao raised his eyebrows. Hmm, should he casually tell Xiaobai something now so that he could see her tomorrow... Mo Yao petted the Persian cat in his arms thoughtfully.

Wuduang went upstairs and turned on her computer to contact Ye Wei.

The screen flashed with a bright white light before gradually becoming clear. The signal wasn't very good; faintly, one could hear Ye Wei asking Mo Jue to enhance the signal. When Wuduang greeted Ye Wei, she was turning back to talk about the signal issue with her husband. Neither of them looked at the screen. Wuduang shook her head and said, "Mommy, mommy, look here!"

Ye Wei turned around in surprise, exclaiming, "Wow... Xiaobai says you had a brain earthquake that broke something"rted to circulate around the base. To be honest, in such an environment where there are more men than women, and everyone is locked together for N years of training and has been through life-and-death...