A few minutes later, inside the clothing store, Ye Jiuyou stood before a row of women’s garments, feeling a twinge of regret.0

In a moment of impulse, she had said she wanted to shop for clothes.0

What even is the point of these things, really? Do any of them have the defensive strength of my dark robes? Could they augment my power? Or even enhance my abilities in the slightest? They’re all utterly useless. All they offer is superficial beauty, and what’s the point of that? Besides, I don’t think that my clothes look bad at all. Why should I cater to human aesthetics?0

And this bastard! The moment we entered the shop, his eyes instantly locked onto the dudou section. And he’s sporting that lecherous grin on his face again! So this was the real reason he dragged me into this boutique, so he could look at underwear?!0

Only the heavens and Zhao Changhe himself knew that he had simply been reminiscing about that time he snuck around to steal a dudou for Cui Yuanyang. The contrast between those wild, roguish days in the jianghu and the present stirred a strange emotion in him. The grin on his face was simply a result of pure nostalgia, but in Ye Jiuyou’s eyes, it looked nothing short of perverted.0

“Hey, you with the surname Zhao!” Qi surged from Ye Jiuyou’s dantian in fury. “Are you here to shop or to loiter in a brothel? Where are you looking?”0

“Huh?” Zhao Changhe blinked, then realized what she meant. Around them, shop assistants and noble ladies were all glaring at him with intense disdain. With perfect composure, Zhao Changhe scratched his head and replied with feigned innocence, “You’ve never worn any of this stuff before, right? And my daily life’s been tightly regulated, so I’ve never had the chance to fool around. I’ve never even seen this sort of thing before. I was just curious… What are these for?”0

That one line instantly softened most of the glares...0