"This one!"
The sweater she held in her hands was striped in dark red and pale gray, with a hint of a loose-fitting Korean style. Amidst a pile of black and white minimalist designs, it stood out like an anomaly.
Yet she presented it as though offering a treasure, holding it up against herself, "What do you think about this one? I think it would look really good on you."
"What kind of taste do you have? I think your eyes need to be taken to the Hospital for re-forging!" He couldn't believe she thought such an ugly sweater looked good!
While his words were harsh, his hands grabbed the sweater Enna Clark had selected, his brows furrowing, feeling more annoyed the longer he looked at it.
Enna Clark thought he wouldn't wear it.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly said, "Help me take off my clothes."
"..."
"You want to see me wear it, right? How can I put it on if you don't help me undress?" He couldn't be more domineering!
