By the time Zhao Yuan finished washing up, the Bone Woman had also gotten dressed.
The men's clothes didn't look out of place on the Bone Woman; instead, they accentuated her martial air. She exuded a majestic, iron-willed aura that made her seem incredibly dominant—even more so than an overbearing CEO!
Zhao Yuan was certain that if he took a picture of the Bone Woman at this moment and posted it online, she'd have countless girls crying out for their "Queen" or "Hubby."
"Not bad." Zhao Yuan nodded, quite pleased with the Bone Woman's new look. But he couldn't resist asking, "Is this what you looked like when you were alive?"
The Bone Woman shook her head. "I don't know. When I was painting the skin, this image appeared in my sea of consciousness, and I felt compelled to recreate it."
"So that's how it is." Zhao Yuan had a moment of realization.
