Hans George still felt uneasy about Cold Little Mischief, so he specifically sent an underling over to check.
"Let me put on some clothes."
Cold Little Mischief responded, striding over and lifting the girl's messy long hair.
"What... are you doing?"
The girl turned her face in panic.
"Shh!"
Raising his finger to signal her to be quiet, Cold Little Mischief pulled at both sides, already having torn her dress open.
The black fabric parted, revealing a patch of milky white skin, the girl's back lines were quite beautiful, and under the light, her skin appeared increasingly luminous.
With a clear mind, Cold Little Mischief pulled down her dress and casually grabbed a thin blanket, covering her body but deliberately leaving half of her bare shoulder exposed.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stepped to the door, opening it.
