The Ball

Wearing the suit Luo Li had chosen, a sleek black ensemble with a pristine white dress shirt and black buttons, Feng Fan admired himself in the mirror. The fabric hugged his defined muscles perfectly, giving him a refined yet powerful presence. 

A confident smile tugged at his lips as he checked himself from different angles.

"Not bad, not bad. What a handsome guy you are!" he praised his reflection with a cocky grin.

Satisfied, he strode over to Luo Li and did a slow turn, giving her a full view. "How do I look?"

Luo Li blinked twice, her usual cold demeanor wavering. "It's... good."

"Alright then, we'll take this one," Feng Fan announced to Lei Ai, who nodded with a professional smile.

After completing the purchase, Feng Fan walked out of the store with Luo Li, the suit neatly folded inside a branded paper bag. As they stepped onto the busy street, Feng Fan glanced at her.

"Let me give you a ride home," he offered.