Knock knock!
The sound of a WeChat notification rang out.
Opening it, Lan Yening saw that Zhaozhao, heavily made up and filtered to perfection, had sent him a photo.
The "Dreamland Paradise" Lan Yening was instantly startled.
Zhaozhao was wearing a high-end custom dress from the cross-dressing collection.
This dress costs over 30,000, something Zhaozhao had always dreamed of buying. It hadn't been long since they last met, and now Zhaozhao was wearing it.
"Zhaozhao, are you trying on clothes?"
"Hehe! Custom-made clothing isn't something you just try on."
Looking at the photo of Zhaozhao putting on airs of elegance and refinement, Lan Yening felt a vague unease in his heart.
This dress was expensive and clearly beyond Zhaozhao's means.
"Zhaozhao, did you win the lottery or something?"
Not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings, Lan Yening made a playful remark, trying to sound tactful.
"Haha! Ningning, isn't this dress gorgeous? Do I look like a fairy descending to earth?"
