What is your choice? ?

You have selected 【E. Undress】

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You feel extremely aggrieved.You really want to rush out the door, and even more want to punch him, but under the disparity in strength, you can only choose to submit obediently.

So, under his expectant eyes, you reluctantly took off the T-shirt on your upper body, and then took off your pants with a blushing face.

You try to keep calm, but your trembling fingers still reveal the panic in your heart.

You glared savagely at someone who was sharpening a pencil, then took a deep breath and began to mentally build yourself.

It's not a big deal, and the other party is also a pervert, so he has no right to judge me.You couldn't stop hinting at yourself, then pulled your trousers down to your ankles in one go.

Your skin is sickly white due to lack of sunlight for a long time, and it looks weird and eerie against the purple lace panties.

If you quickly take off your underwear while the other person is still sharpening their pencils, he may not see the lady's underwear that you are so ashamed of.However, showing your little brother shamelessly in front of a stranger is never something you want to do, so you just blushed and covered your lower body with a white t-shirt.

You pray in your heart that the other person will not be too particular and not discover the secrets under the white T-shirt, but your good wishes are shattered the moment he asks you to stand up.

You shivered as he walked around behind you to measure your waist.

Your T-shirt can only cover up your front, not your butt.So when he walks up behind you, he's bound to see the purple panties.

You feel that you already know the other person's true colors, and you understand that the other person's superficial cuteness is just his disguise, so you feel very nervous about his next reaction.

You are afraid that the other party will speak ill of you, and you are even more afraid that the other party will attack you because of your defenselessness.However, unexpectedly, he didn't say anything, just nonchalantly measured your waistline.

"I'm sorry, could you please remove the T-shirt in front, I want to measure my hips." You only heard a serious voice behind you, and immediately removed the clothes covering your body in a panic.

The soft and cold tape wraps around your body with a firm force, sticks to your lower abdomen, and faintly rubs against the extremely sensitive organs in front of you.

You trembled all over, and almost fell to the ground.

However, the tape measure was soon loosened and began to measure the circumference of your thigh.

You were on high tension the whole time he was measuring, but when he measured all your body proportions one by one, you realized he wasn't touching you - he was really just measuring your body body proportions.

As you get dressed with inner complexity, you can't help but wonder at his honesty.

Of course, this doesn't mean that you really expect him to do something to you, but that you really can't believe that this pervert who touched people's ears casually and even kissed you forcibly didn't do something unnecessary to you.

You are puzzled in your heart, but your face is still expressionless.You don't want to keep in touch with him, your only thought now is to get out of here - away from this pervert.

Just as you were about to leave in a hurry, a hand grabbed your wrist.

You were stiff all over, and when you turned your head, you saw a grievance on that handsome face that bored you but was familiar to you.

"Do you really hate me that much?" He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, looking extremely frustrated, "Aren't you going to agree to be my model again?"

You wanted to pull out the wrist held by him expressionlessly, but found that you couldn't break free from him no matter what.

Maybe it's because you've got your clothes on and the other party doesn't have a weapon to commit the crime, so you suddenly have the courage to confront him.

"Of course I hate it, and I won't come here again." You looked at the other party's surprised and heartbroken expression, and the sense of absurdity surged in your heart again, "Don't you know it best in your heart? After you did that perverted thing to me After that, how could I agree to your request as stupidly as before?"

You suddenly felt his face turn pale, and the strength in his hands gradually increased.Just when you were anxiously thinking that he was going to crush your wrist, his hand loosened.

"But, I thought you would understand me." He trembled his lips, his eyes drifted a little, "Don't you also have mental illness?"

you:? ? ?

You can't help but swear and almost punch him with your free left hand.

"Me? Mental illness?" You sneered, "Sorry, I have nothing in common with a pervert like you."

The other party seemed to be hurt by your sharp attitude, pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly: "But... I clearly saw you in Dr. Li's clinic before."

He looked at your suspicious eyes and added anxiously, "Although this happened a few years ago, and your temperament and hairstyle were very different at that time, I am very impressed by your bone proportions, and I will definitely not mistake you !"

You think the shampoo boy's words are getting more and more ridiculous.

"You've got the wrong person. I've never been to a clinic, and I don't know any Dr. Li." You said calmly, thinking that the shampoo boy might not only be a pervert, but also a paranoid pervert.

He stared at you with teary eyes, "Impossible, I guarantee it with my professional knowledge! Unless you have a twin brother or brother!"

"I don't have a twin brother." You frowned and said coldly, "And you said you have a mental illness? Could it be your delusion?"

He stared at your face carefully, as if looking for any clues that you were lying, but in the end he found nothing.His eyes darkened, his face collapsed, and then he accepted the fact that you don't know anything.

"I'm not paranoid..." he sighs. "I do have histrionic personality disorder—I still have the diagnosis in my phone."

You have no interest in his mental illness, so you sneered, "I'm sorry, whether you have paranoia or personality disorder has nothing to do with me, can you let me go now?"

His eyes were full of grievance and heartache, "You were so gentle when you were in the barber shop! Why are you so fierce now..."

"Gentle??" You are almost driven crazy by his brain circuit, "I have no feelings for you from the beginning to the end! If I didn't think you and..."

When you said this, you silently swallowed the "killer" on your lips.

"...Anyway, I'm done with you now. If you still need mannequins, find someone else."

You begin to feel that it is a very uneconomical thing to care about with the other party.You know nothing about mental illness. In your eyes, anyone with mental illness is a neuropathy, and the hair-washing boy with personality disorder has obviously been included in the category of neuropathy by you.

It's a waste of effort to reason with a psychopath!You sigh inwardly, feeling a headache over the sticky situation.

The other party saw the impatience in your eyes, and the strength of holding your wrist became lighter and lighter.

You twitched hard and finally shook off his hand.

Just as you were about to turn around and leave, the shampoo boy stopped you again.

You originally wanted to ignore him, but were stunned by the content of his words.

"You must not have come home recently." He said calmly, "If you have returned home, it is impossible for you to be safe now."

Your back turned cold, and you turned around quickly, only to see the shampoo boy standing a few meters away from you expressionlessly.

You swallowed nervously, your scalp tingling.

"what do you mean?"

Your mind is racing and you don't understand why the other person is so sure - this kind of statement makes you realize that the other person knows that your home is not safe at the moment.

Could it be...he is that perverted murderer?

Your face turned pale, and you couldn't help taking a few steps back.

He seemed to realize that his words had misunderstood you, and hurriedly explained, "I... I found something about you in the memo on my friend's phone... The information about you in the memo is exactly the same as what I know, That's why I know it's you... the record says he's looked up your address, and the edit date was exactly a week before you came to the barber shop..."

You were stiff and unable to recover for a long time.

"So... who is your friend?" After a long while, you spoke with difficulty.And when you opened your mouth, you realized that your teeth were chattering constantly, and cold sweat had already formed on your forehead.

He shook his head, "I can't say."

He paused when he said this, with a trace of fear in his eyes, "He will kill me, I can't say."

You rushed to the shampoo boy's side in a few steps, wanting to ask him for details, but the shampoo boy seemed to have taken a dumb drug, and refused to continue talking.

"I, I, I was in a hurry, so I accidentally said it..." He avoided your eyes in a panic, and spoke quickly, "Sorry, you should forget what I said..."

You are impatient, but you can't bear the other party's refusal to reveal more information.

"Damn it, don't you just want me to continue helping you!?" In a hurry, you angrily yelled at him, "I'll help, I'll help! Just tell me who this idiot is! "

The shampoo boy's lips twitched a little, and you saw that his attitude seemed to soften a little, so you then promised him that you would continue to be his model, and you would not put on a reluctant look again.

"Okay..." After a while, he finally agreed reluctantly, "If you still want to continue, I can tell you a little about him... But, I really can't tell you about him. The specific identity, I don't want to be hated by him...he is really crazy, I will be killed by him..."

After he finished saying this, he didn't want to speak again.

You stared at him quietly sketching the sculpture sketch in the sketchbook, and sighed silently.

Just as you turned around and were about to leave, the guy who washed your hair grabbed the corner of your clothes.

"You... I think it's better for you to take off your mask." He blinked at you uneasily, and stuffed a white mask into his hand with one hand.He pointed to your lower lip, "You'd better cover it...I'm afraid he will be angry."

You looked at him in bewilderment, and then glanced at the mask in your hand.

He looked at you in a daze, and after a while he said slowly: "Well...he has been paying attention to you after all, if he sees the wound on your mouth, he will be very angry."

You trembled all over, only then did you realize what the other person meant.

Keeping an eye on me... this...

At this point, you decide—

【A. Believe him, put on the mask and don't take it off until you go home】

[B. He is very suspicious, but in order not to cause conflicts, first put on a mask and play by ear on the road]

[C. His words and deeds are still very suspicious, and his mask is also very suspicious, he does not wear a mask]