Midday break.
After five girls helped each other put on their Hanfu, they all ran together to Xu Qingfan's room, waking him to help him into his Hanfu.
"Brother Fan, stop fidgeting!" Xiao Ruawen was squatting down to tie Xu Qingfan's sash. It was almost done, but with his flailing sleeve, the sash went askew again.
With the help of five girls, Xu Qingfan, who had just been in his red underpants, was quickly dressed.
He was slightly grumpy from being woken up, but seeing his handsome face in the full-length mirror lifted his spirits significantly.
His set of Hanfu was entirely green, made of high-quality real silk; it would billow as he walked even without wind. If he were to hold a three-foot green blade in his hand at that moment, he would be the spitting image of a senior brother from a Cultivation Sect.
"Brother Qing Fan looks so dashing!" Lin Wanning looped her arm in his, and in the clothes of the same color scheme, they looked like a couple in the mirror.
