C142 Storm

"How does it look? Good, right?" Lee Hong twirled in place, modeling Liu Feng's clothes for him to see.

Liu Feng's eyes darted about, feigning disinterest, yet instinctively, he took another lingering glance.

"It's not bad. Whether it looks good or not isn't the point—it was just a quick change."

"Tsk, even a quick change should look good, you stinky man