"Really? I'm looking forward to your performance."
Days seemed to have reverted back to the way they were before, as if nothing had changed, save for the empty plastic bottle on the windowsill, devoid of roses.
"Stop arguing," Dubian Che spoke up.
"I almost forgot," Jiutiao Meijie, having locked eyes with Kiyono Lin, turned her head to look over.
"Why haven't you undressed yet, Mr. Dubian?" asked Kiyono Lin, who had been locking eyes with Jiutiao Meijie, also turning her head to look over.
"..."
Dubian Che had lost count of the times he had undressed in front of Jiutiao Meijie, but it was the first time in front of Kiyono Lin.
He tried not to feel awkward, nonchalantly took off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
Collarbone, broad shoulders, abs, narrow waist—the scene was so enticing it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a seductive display of masculinity.
