Lin Mubai didn't like pink. He always thought pink was too flashy. He once even made fun of his good friend Zhao Tianchen for being a flashy guy. His distaste was just like An Nan's dislike for wearing skirts.
"Honey, can we discuss this and change the shirt?" Lin Mubai had a face that seemed ready for a friendly negotiation.
An Nan wasn't interested in negotiating. She directly threw the pink shirt into his arms and used a near-commanding tone: "Stop talking nonsense and go try the shirt on."
Humph, this man was so firm when buying clothes for himself just a while ago, but now he wants to negotiate—no way.
Actually, this wasn't the main reason. The man himself was exceptionally handsome, and she could imagine how alluring he would look in a pink shirt. So the biggest reason to make him wear this pink shirt was her anticipation, as she slightly squinted her black pupils, casting a gaze full of expectation towards the direction of the dressing room.
