Ose Owen chuckled, looking like he's in a great mood, he stopped teasing her.
So he released his hand from her waist and guided her to the wardrobe.
"Turn around!" Crossley Gibson picked up a purple nightgown and turned her head to remind him.
Knowing she was shy, the man obliged with a smile, and hearing the rustling sound of dressing behind him, he said, "...Crossley Gibson, which part of your body haven't I seen? Is it really necessary to turn around!?"
In the middle of speaking, the man suddenly turned around. Crossley was almost dressed, and she yanked down the hem to cover her legs.
She lifted her head and scolded, "Pervert!"
She realized now that she really couldn't talk to him properly, truly a hopelessly big pervert!
Ose fell silent, his lips still curved in a smile, a smile that was downright beguiling. He squinted, eyeing the light purple nightgown on her. The hem wasn't short, falling to her knees, yet her fair, slender calves still stirred his nerves.
