"I would like to know, who chose the clothes you are wearing today?"
A deep and husky male voice rose from Sheng Qianxia's ear.
Well, she did choose this dress herself.
That was because it was the most conservative one out of so many options!
"Why aren't you speaking?" Gong Beiyao lifted her chin with his hand, "You are so bold when cursing, but mute during a confrontation? Speak! Who chose the clothes you're wearing?"
"I didn't want to wear this, it was a choice made out of helplessness," Sheng Qianxia said in a muffled voice.
Gong Beiyao's face turned stern, and he said coldly, "Seems like you really want to take off your clothes, so go ahead and strip!"
Sheng Qianxia looked at him in shock, not understanding why he was suddenly so angry.
"I didn't..."
Gong Beiyao interrupted her sharply, "Strip!!"
"Gong Beiyao...!" Her body suddenly trembled, unable to bear the sudden humiliation he thrust upon her.
"Why aren't you stripping? Do you want me to help you?"
