An hour later, clothes shop.
The man was wearing an elegant suit, sitting on the box, the door of the box was half open, and the female customers passing by couldn't help but look inside, just to give him a few more glances.
"Auntie pretty, you look good." George's soft voice came out, and Kent turned back subconsciously.
Carol, who was wearing a white lace dress, was as noble and beautiful as a swan. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes were soft as water. She completely got rid of the stereotyped appearance of a working woman in the past. Instead, she had a unique charm.
Kent was stunned, as if looking at the person in front of him, unable to move his eyes away.
Many years ago, he and a woman who was full of fragrance slept all night.
He drank too much that night, and his consciousness w
