"Why didn't you wear the black suit I sent?" An Ruoxue asked, watching Rong Che walk out of the bedroom. He was wearing a handcrafted blue suit that accentuated his innate aristocratic elegance, while its unique, three-dimensional tailoring radiated the commanding presence of a king.
The straight trousers of the suit wrapped around his long, slender legs. Ah, well—there were plenty of men who wore suits, but only the Rong Che standing before An Ruoxue could wear one with such style and presence.
Like a cold and haughty monarch, Rong Che started down the spiral staircase step by step. An Ruoxue could barely take her eyes off him. How could this man be so breathtakingly handsome just by walking down the stairs?
Chapter 50