Jiang Youzhi put on a white gauze shirt and looked in the mirror.
The moment he saw the mirror, his face turned dark.
He hastily took off the gauze shirt.
Du Ruo, standing nearby, said, "Young master, why did you take it off? It looks quite nice."
Jiang Youzhi shook his head, "Better not, this doesn't feel very proper."
Lately, with the weather being hot, some at the academy wear gauze shirts. He thought it looked fine on others, but he felt uncomfortable wearing it himself. What's the difference between this and walking the streets half-naked?
He changed into a proper sky-blue silk robe before feeling presentable enough to come out.
Mrs. Chen was stretching her neck at the living room door, "Why not wear that gauze shirt? You'd surely look great in it!"
Jiang Youzhi waved his hand, "This one is fine."
Just as he said this, Yun Jiao came out of the house holding a brocade box.
Jiang Youzhi's gaze fell on her, and he was momentarily dazed, his ears quickly turning red.
