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Closing his eyes and pretending not to see? Yves King didn't think of himself as a hooligan, but at this moment, it was clearly too late. Trying to close his eyes now was proving to be a very difficult task. Most importantly, even if he did close his eyes, what of it? He didn't need to pretend to be a sage and preach about not looking or listening to improprieties. Besides, he had already seen everything, so playing the gentleman now would just be superfluous. Might as well be straightforward about it, since the other party hadn't noticed anyway.
While convincing himself of this mindset, he continued to admire Frosty Summer's figure, which was like a work of art, and couldn't help but critique in his mind. If she kept wearing the military cap, then added a tie, and put on some long military boots, it would be even more perfect—a veritable feast of uniform seduction.