Chapter 135. Shameless

One notable quality about the man is how much he takes care of himself. That fact doesn’t hide, seeing how clear his skin is, and how thick his hair looks despite his age. He has a few gray hairs, but that doesn’t change his looks from years ago.

As his eyes go down on me, mine does so on his body as well. That’s how I notice he’s merely putting on a pair of satin black fitted shorts and a free top to match. And his exposed limbs would have slowly seeped away my reality if his voice hadn’t snapped me awake.

“Do you ever only wear hoodies?” he asks, making a small gesture to point at me.

I look down at my sneakers before analyzing the elastic hem of my pants. Aside from the convention and a few other places I’ve gone to, I mostly wear a fit alike this one. For Blank to know that, he must have seen it while browsing through the internet for information about me. Or he might have come to that conclusion after seeing that I also wore this to the meeting yesterday.