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"Well? Do I look good?"

Jiang Jiamian's voice was quiet, his gaze fixed on the mirror as his fingers smoothed down the sleeve of his red robe.

"Of course you do. It suits you perfectly."

Lou Yan stepped beside him, also wearing the same red robe.

The contrast between them was striking.

The color that should have overwhelmed only made Jiang Jiamian's cold aura seem more untouchable. While Lou Yan, with his devilish smile and lazy elegance, looked as if he was born to wear such vivid tones.

One like fire cloaked in snow, the other like wine wrapped in silk.

Jiang Jiamian tapped his fingers, and the water mirror vanished into mist. He turned, his gaze sweeping over Lou Yan, who stood in red robes like a demon sent to seduce the heavens.

The usual coldness on Jiang Jiamian's face melted in an instant, replaced by a shameless grin curling at the corners of his lips.