I looked at what was in his hand. It was a dress as thin as a mosquito net. When I picked it up and unfolded it, I saw that it was a thin monoclinic skirt with a black fake fur underneath. Looks like the largest size. I don't know when I bought it. I think when I was paying at the counter, I saw him wandering around a lingerie store nearby. But it doesn't matter, as he whispered.
"The pajamas didn't sleep well and watched sexy teasing."
Do you smell like this, Adonis! Put on your net suit!
I threw it on the ground as if the dress was hot. The previous shame disappeared before he turned around.
"Are you mad, Inge doesn't wear it!"
Indie replied with a blank face, "But I want to see it."
I'm nervous, too, but this time I'm not weak and refuse stiff voices.
"No! Wear it myself if I wan
