1424 The Beauty In His Arms

"Huh?"

Mag was taken aback, and he struggled to believe his ears.

A midnight invitation. She must have a script to show me. As a prim and proper gentleman, at this time… Mag looked at himself who had just bathed and changed into a Hawaiian shirt in the mirror. His shirt was only half buttoned up, and his chest pecs and abs could be seen vaguely. His semi-dry hair was sexily messy and that pair of melancholic eyes…

Hmm?

Didn't he say he wanted to be a gentleman?

Why did he change his clothes so naturally as if he was already prepared way in advance?

Mag stood up straight, buttoned up his shirt, and combed his hair. He couldn't help but sigh when he saw his gentleman-looking self in the mirror. He was already so proper, and yet he was still the attractive middle-man that innocent young girls wanted to throw themselves at.

What to do? He simply couldn't control how he looked.