บท 33: Strip (R18)

Ku Lo would call the white backside of the women's uniform modest considering this was the Yin and Yang Sect, for it revealed nothing other than the neck and neither did it stick to skin.

The person who wore it gave the uniform its charm. For example, Huang Gingge couldn't hide the bumps on her back and front.

Sitting there as if waiting for a lap dance to start, Ku Lo didn't see her face yet heard her sigh as they weren't a meter apart.

"Lo'er, p-please don't laugh," Gingge mumbled, looking straight forward. "I'll try to lose wei—"

"I promise I won't," he said. "There's nothing to laugh at even."

"thanks." Her hands lifted the uniform.

The uniform's hem hung centimetres off the ground, so it took time before two shapely calves came to his vision.

Seen nothing except her face and what cleavage was at the offer before did this 'strip' warm his blood. "T—"