The changing rooms were separate for men and women, but neither was very big.
In Haicheng where the seasons always felt like early summer, midsummer, or early autumn, the only clothing one could shed was the sun protective gear.
The aprons were black, and after Gu Ran tied his on and straightened up, he stepped out.
Before He Qingyan came out, the waitress glanced occasionally at the women's changing room and then at him; at her phone and then at him; at her toes and then at him.
It was as if he was a side dish to her drink, taking a bite of him with each sip of alcohol.
"I didn't wear this wrong, did I?" Gu Ran was made to feel self-conscious under her gaze.
"Ah? No, not at all!" the waitress quickly assured him.
After a second, she tried to act nonchalant, "It looks great!"
Just then, He Qingyan emerged.
"Ta-da, how do I look?" He Qingyan placed her left hand behind her head, with her right hand on her slender waist.
