Lena looked down at her dress.
"Is there something wrong with my clothes?" she asked innocently.
"Bad?" Jordan's face was very dark as he gestured with his hand on her dress. "Fuck, Lena, that's a very sinful dress! You are not wearing that! Not fucking wearing!" He pulled her closer and then pulled her inside the room. "Change! Fucking changes your dress, moon cake. You won't go out wearing that. And why the hell was your curves bare?! And why the fuck is your back open?! That dress is not decent! Take it off, now, Lena. Take it off!"
He was fuming mad, and she didn't understand him at all.
"I don't look good in my clothes?" she asked the man, who was clearly still angry.
"You're beautiful but…."
"That's it, ah." She was stubborn. "I'm not going to change clothes."
"No, you're changing! That dress is a work of a devil! You should be wearing a knee-length turtleneck…."