Chapter 27 Kneel at my feet
This time, I took out precious 200 bucks to dress me up from top to down. As an old saying goes, women were sensory animals. If you wanted to attract a woman, you’d better dress up as she liked.
I went to the flee market at the back of school to find a set of suit that made me look more mature and borrowed some hair gel to make a businessman hair style. After some hard work, not to mention Karl, even I could not believe that the man in the mirror was myself!
“Clothes make the man. Masseur, I have to say, you look more and more like a nasty beast in a fine suit!” Karl was jealous.
“You baster. You are just jealous of me.” I tossed my hair and made a handsome pose, “how’s it? Will Charter kneel at my feet?”
“Can you be more luster?”
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Half passed five,
