"I also can't bear to let those people look at you," Mu Xiaojiu's thin lips turned up, curling into a smile so wicked it inspired fear.
The shirt was casually hung on a nearby hook, and his gaze fell upon her.
"Hurry up," he urged, his tone slightly rough.
"What... what for?" Hurry up for what?
He narrowed his eyes, staring at the two arms she held protectively in front of her chest, "Hurry up, no unfair play!"
"..." Bastard, he was a grown man, and she was a girl.
The man was getting impatient, his hands landing on her shoulders.
"No!"
As if seeing through her cautious thoughts, the man suddenly leaned down and hummed softly into her ear.
"This is a fitting room, there's no soundproofing at all."
He continued to coax her with a smile.
"I won't mess around, I promise."
"You..." Baili Xia still didn't believe him, he wouldn't mess around? Only if the sun rose from the west.
"I still have a reputation to maintain, right?" he continued to coax.
