บท 32: A Date with Lance Hua

"Are you okay with me wearing this?" Chiaki padded over to Lance Hua's personal study in the Crystal Garden. Her fingers held the hook of a cloth hanger. On it, a blue minidress hung gracefully, tightly laced in the front that resembled a bodice.

Lance Hua glanced up, took a look at it for a second, and then returned his focus to the document he was working on his laptop. Cracking his neck left and right, he stretched his hand before continuing typing. His keyboard-clicking sound was the only thing audible in that serious room. 

"Why do you need to ask me? You can wear whatever you wish," he replied nonchalantly. Chiaki was certain he didn't even register what she was about to wear.