Very good, not wearing anything is the most suitable.
Gu Annan's eyes narrowed, a dark light rippling from them as he began to unbutton his shirt.
The woman, thinking she had successfully seduced him, continued to search through the garments, "All your clothes are pretty much the same color palette, so it doesn't matter which one you wear. I'm not looking anymore, you pick."
As she turned around, she saw the man had swiftly removed his shirt, tossing it aside with a deft movement.
This fine and smooth skin, the firm and tight eight-pack abs, truly eye-catching whether dressed or undressed.
"It seems you're quite satisfied with the view," he said with a light chuckle, "But, I'm not done undressing."
"Wait," she hurried to press down his hands as they moved to his pants, "No need... It's getting late, and it would be bad if you're tardy."
Gu Annan looked down—her hands were... precisely in place.
"Is my hand blocking you?" he pondered.
