Big Brother, You're Going to Give People the Wrong Idea

Wright really had no experience in that department at all. Saying he would teach someone how to date was rather strange, especially when the other person's flippant tone carried an ambiguity that invited misunderstanding.

Though he knew perfectly well Mu Chen didn't mean it that way, he still felt as if a feather had brushed his face, tickling between his brows until his back stiffened against the wall.

The silence made the atmosphere in the room rather awkward.

A sudden knock broke the stalemate.

At that, Mu Chen stepped back, putting some distance between them, then called toward the door, “Come in.”

The maid opened the door and asked, “Your Highnesses, would it be convenient for you to come try on your formalwear now? You can also familiarize yourselves with tomorrow's banquet schedule.”

“That works.”

Mu Chen said, heading for the door.

Wright followed behind him, adjusting the position of his cuff links as he walked, his immaculate bearing restored.

In the spacious fitting room, several small tailor robots were busy altering the hem of an elaborate formal outfit...