Mason Bennett sat on the sofa, ignoring the gaze from the sales assistants beside him that seemed like it would cling to him, and then picked up a magazine meant for passing the time for gentlemen from the coffee table. The source of this content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 The two female sales assistants watched Mason’s every move, elegance radiating from him, nearly drooling. "Do you think the boy who just went in could be his partner?" one assistant couldn’t help gossiping. "Boy? Wasn’t he just holding a dress and went into the fitting room?" The second assistant looked puzzled. "Oh dear, don’t you know about cross-dressers? This is what they call flair." "But, this man is really handsome, how can he be gay? Now all high-quality men are self-consumed, what are we poor beauties supposed to do?" Suddenly, the second assistant looked up towards the fitting room, eyes widening in shock and amazement. "Are cross-dressers really more beautiful than women?" Mason was the first to raise his head, looking towards the fitting room door, where Bella Green stood smiling sweetly at him, causing his breath to hitch. The red dress wrapped around the girl’s slender waist, the shirt collar design adding a touch of schoolgirl charm. The skirt flowed, revealing her fair and straight legs. The clothes Bella Green had chosen were different from what he had imagined. He had thought she would wear a sweet pink dress, not expecting such a stunning red dress. Yet, stunningly beautiful, making his heart race. Bella Green smiled as she came over, her dress swirling elegantly with her movements. "Does it look good?" she asked with a bright smile. She was quite confident in her taste—after all, her taste was so current, five years ahead of trendsetting. She didn’t like overly pink dresses, but with curves like hers, she really couldn’t pull off anything else. Mason stood up and walked towards her, his gaze focused solely on that red figure, excluding everything else. Bella Green beamed at Mason as he approached, waiting for a compliment. However, as the man reached her, he directly hooked her waist, pulling her into his arms, his lips descended for a deep kiss... It turned out that his girl was like a fairy... So beautiful that he wanted to tuck her into his pocket, preventing others from seeing her. Bella blushed as she pushed him away bashfully with her big eyes blinking. "Can you get a room first?" The girl’s cheeks were impossibly red, having a charm beyond her years. Mason’s throat bobbed, then he lowered his head, his voice hoarse beyond measure. "You should be glad you didn’t dress when you came to find me yesterday." His rogue words made Bella’s face completely flush, as she glared at him with mock anger. Mason chuckled, then turned to go pay. As he turned, he saw the two female sales assistants nearby watching Bella, their eyes sparkling. The smile on the man’s face instantly faded, his eyes turning cold. In the climate-controlled room, an unexpected chill descended. "Check out," the man’s voice was cool enough to drop ice shards. The sales assistant shivered slightly in fear and quickly retracted her gaze, going to check out, while the other intended to pack up the clothes Bella had changed out of. "What are you doing?" Hearing the man’s cold voice, the sales assistant was startled, almost crying from grievance. "I-I’ll help pack up your clothes." "No need, I’ll do it." How could Mason let these two who were drooling over his wife touch the clothes she had worn? The two young sales assistants huddled together in grievance. Whimpering, how scary, how scary. Sure enough, they say gay men are petty and easily jealous, and indeed it’s true.