He Is So Hard

She looked through his wardrobes, and couldn't help but click her tongue with clear distaste. She grumble, "So much black, what the heck."

Everything was just black, with no other color, which annoyed her.

Since she couldn't find the color she was looking for, she decided to look for styles instead, and to her utter relief, he was at least fashionable enough to have all sorts of designs in his wardrobe.

After musing about it for a while, her hand finally picked one. It was a long-sleeved V-neck shirt. She could already imagine how he would look in it—so dashing and handsome, and so sexy as it would highlight the contours of his body.

She also grabbed a pair of pants.

She was ready to shut the closet when she heard his soft voice. "The underwear?"

"Huh?" Aysel stiffened. She had totally forgotten!

So she pulled open the closet again and grabbed one.