Zhuang Yuezhou continued undoing his belt buckle, looking utterly unruffled.
He directly removed his trousers and was left wearing only boxer briefs, his figure outstandingly impressive.
Weilan had no interest in admiring his physique. She addressed Zhuang Yuezhou sternly, "Do you have a fetish for exhibitionism or what?"
Zhuang Yuezhou glanced at her and said, "I need to change clothes. You can turn around. I didn't ask you to look. If you have to peek, who really has the fetish here, me for exposing or you for spying?"
Taken aback, Weilan felt she simply didn't know how to communicate with him.
She turned away, her back to Zhuang Yuezhou, and said sternly, "Zhuang Yuezhou, do you think it's appropriate to change clothes here in the cabin?"
"What's inappropriate about it?" Zhuang Yuezhou retorted bluntly. "I'm giving you a free show, and you still complain so much."
"Who wants to watch you?" Weilan couldn't help but frown as she spoke.