Aurelia toned down her smile a bit and pointed to herself, "Can't you tell the intention behind my outfit today?"
Hadrian Turner frowned, scrutinizing for a while—a white T-shirt, black knee-length shorts, a neat ponytail, with sharp eyebrows, eyes elongated and hardened due to makeup, an innate Glamour lying beneath her peach blossom eyes, different from before, now it felt more masculine.
A belated realization hit Hadrian, and he gaped, his lips moved for a long time, but the words wouldn't come out.
Seeing this, Aurelia laughed so hard she bent forward and backward.
After having a meal with Hadrian, Aurelia's gloomy mood improved significantly. She called a car to head to the studio, and as soon as Amanda Fuller saw her, she threw herself into Aurelia's arms, nuzzling her shoulder affectionately, "Aurelia, you smell so nice."
