Otis couldn't help asking,
"Why didn't you just try it on at the store?"
Mei rolled her eyes, full of flirtatious charm.
"You idiot."
Otis had no idea why he was being scolded out of nowhere, so he simply followed her.
They returned to the apartment.
Mei said, "I'm gonna change," then closed her bedroom door.
A moment later, the door creaked open.
Otis was drinking a bottle of cold Coca-Cola. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip, lifting his head slightly toward the door.
A beautiful figure appeared.
The hem of a blue dress swayed lightly, floating as she stepped out.
Her pale legs emerged beneath the dress, her slim waist cinched perfectly by a belt, making it look even smaller.
Her modest, softly rounded chest filled out the top just enough, making her look even cuter.
Mei skipped out like a ballet dancer, stopping in front of Otis.
She put both hands on her hips and asked with a hint of arrogance,
"How do I look?"
She felt Otis's gaze was… fine.
