He slammed open the door of the locker room and walked towards the huge full-length mirror in the room.
The boy in the mirror was wearing a black t-shirt, revealing countless beautiful muscles and lines on his body, and there was an indescribable sexiness and charm in his gestures.
Just as he was tugging at his clothes in dissatisfaction, Lan Feifei walked into the room with two glasses of juice. She saw He Chaoran standing in front of the full-length mirror at a glance, and immediately lowered her eyes with a guilty conscience.
"Your...juice..." She stammered and handed the juice to him, but she still didn't dare to look up at him.
He Chaoran turned around and took it silently, picked up the cup and took a few sips, then put the cup on the table beside him. He looked at her for a moment, making her even more unable to lift her head...
In the air, there seems to be a string that is getting tighter and tighter, and it may break at any time.
Lan Feifei's neck was a little sore, and finally she couldn't help but look up at him, and was immediately shocked by the anger in his eyes.
"If you don't want to help me design clothes, you can tell me directly." He Chaoran looked at her fixedly, locking her eyes tightly. It is said that people depend on clothes, wearing this kind of clothes, even the eyes he looks at people become alluring and charming.
Lan Feifei's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes moved from his tightly closed red lips to a huge hole in his chest like a ghost.
Although He Chaoran looked terrible at the moment, she still mustered up the courage to say: "So, are you doubting my vision now? I also have a word for you. If you don't want to wear the clothes I designed, then Just take it off and return it to me! This is the most basic respect for a designer!"
"Respect?" The veins on He Chaoran's forehead couldn't help beating happily, and he clenched his hand hanging by his side tightly, "What about you, that's how you 'respect' me? You let me dress like this What's the difference between standing on the stage and not wearing it? Are you kidding me?"
"Whatever... whatever you think! Anyway, I'll just say, you can wear it or not, and if you don't wear it, take it off and return it to me!"
Lan Feifei was a little guilty at first, but He Chaoran's attitude made her very dissatisfied. That's right, she admitted that she deliberately designed the clothes like this because of the scandal between him and the female star, but anyway, she spent several nights, and he actually said that she was playing him!
As soon as the words fell, she was immediately dumbfounded! Unexpectedly, He Chaoran took off the black ripped outfit without saying a word in front of her!
Because the action was too violent, several holes were torn open by him, and there was a tearing sound in the silent night.
Soon, his muscular upper body was exposed to the bright light, and she could even clearly see every muscle line and texture on his body.
"He Chaoran, you actually!" Before she finished speaking, He Chaoran started to unbutton the pants with a sullen face, and then the sound of zipper rang in her ears.
Lan Feifei quickly covered her eyes, but through the slightly opened gap, she still saw He Chaoran taking off his pants and throwing them aside fiercely.
"Why, why are you closing your eyes? Didn't you design this kind of clothes just to see me without clothes?" His tone was mocking, and he approached her step by step, "Tonight, Just let you see enough!"