"Not nice, change it quick!" Baili Xia grabbed his hand and, in a flurry, pushed him towards the dressing room.
"Not nice?" The man's eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, narrowed dangerously.
He himself didn't think much of the clothes he was wearing, never having been fond of these tight little outfits.
Somehow, someone had paired him with one such outfit.
He had worn it out to attend what was supposedly a casual party, and the experience had so disgusted him that it made him avoid such clothes like the plague.
All those women, each one eyeing his body.
Their eyes grew hazy with lust, and what was more nauseating, several actually drooled on the spot.
How old was he then? Barely past twenty.
Being ogled by a group of drooling aunties—absolutely unbearable!
"Where is it not nice, huh?" The man looked down, his thin lips just half a finger's breadth from her small mouth.
The girl was almost fainting from his overpowering presence.
