Just because I took an extra glance at your legs

Perhaps it was because she was meeting an inner-city Big Shot today, Qian Tiao was dressed quite formally.

She wasn't baring one arm as usual, flaunting her fearsome and disdainful tattoo in a street urchin's image. Instead, she wore a thin kimono of mixed red, green, and blue colors, which also had a bit of a homely feel.

Su Lun looked at her with a touch of surprise, always feeling that something was odd.

The loose, overlapping robe with its cluster of white at the neckline, unbound by any bandages, felt even heavier, and the view was profound.

Her usual bold style of dressing.

Less of that Big Sister's societal aura, more of a sensual allure.

Perhaps he hadn't expected that Qian Tiao, the boss, had such a side to her.

Of course, if you ignored the four menacing katanas hanging at her waist, she indeed possessed a few traces of a gentlewoman's charming allure.