"Where is it too short? It's not short at all; everyone dresses like this!" Tong Keke said in a tone that sounded like she was trying to comfort herself, her pink lips pouting slightly in dissatisfaction.
Gu Qianxi saw her tugging at her skirt, and suddenly, he felt as if a fire had ignited inside him, blazing through his nerves and rushing toward the most primal part of him.
"Not short enough?" Gu Qianxi's gaze involuntarily followed the spot she was tugging at. He noticed that she seemed to be wearing black safety shorts underneath, but precisely because he saw that, his voice turned hoarse as he asked the question.
Tong Keke stood up, somewhat agitated, and said, "Short is short, so what? No one's going to look at me anyway. I'm going to work now. You're today's distinguished guest, so don't bother picking on a lowly waitress like me, alright?"
Gu Qianxi looked at her stubborn little expression and felt an impulse to give her a spanking.
