Chapter 694: Chapter 394 You Are Not Allowed to Wear These Short Skirts Again
Ivy Miller ran up to Henry Sullivan with a cheeky grin, "Uncle, how do I look?"
As she spoke, she cluelessly spun around in front of him, "Is it okay?"
Henry Sullivan wore a stern face, "You might as well come out naked, it’d be more attention-grabbing than this."
Hearing his tone, Ivy Miller felt something was wrong, "Uncle, are you mad?"
"This is the military, not a red-light district. Why are you wearing so little?"
"How am I wearing so little?" She looked down at herself, "I’m covered where it counts, okay?"
Henry Sullivan clenched his teeth. This morning, when she went out, her skirt at least almost reached her knees.
But this one barely covered the essentials.
Knowing this is the military, yet dressing like this, is she trying to drive him mad?
"Hurry back and change this short skirt, wear pants, or a skirt that goes below your knees."
In a while, it’ll be full of men who haven’t seen a woman in ages; dressed like this, their eyes will tear her apart.
Ivy Miller felt a wave of displeasure. This man is just so high-maintenance. She was about to turn back when she saw a few platoons of warriors lined up coming from afar.
Someone spotted Ivy Miller from afar and already started casting amazed glances her way.
The fire in Henry Sullivan’s heart burned even fiercer.
Ivy Miller knew he was unhappy and was about to go back to change when Wesley Zenith came over.
It’s uncommon to see senior officers here, and the whole base’s discipline is basically managed by the two of them.
Seeing Ivy Miller, Wesley Zenith wore a broad smile, "Oh, our sister-in-law, she looks stunning."
"Enough with the flattery, she’s going back to change," Henry said, looking at Ivy Miller.
Ivy Miller nodded and said to Wesley Zenith, "Yeah, I’m going back to change."
"But it’s almost time for the gathering. Why change? Isn’t this lovely enough, how beautiful!"
"Right," Ivy Miller said with a disgruntled look, shooting Henry Sullivan a glare before saying to Wesley Zenith, "But Colonel Sullivan doesn’t think so, he probably thinks I’m morally corrupt."
Wesley Zenith laughed, "Oh Henry, that’s not right. This is how girls dress nowadays. Isn’t it nice? Besides, with sister-in-law’s figure, she’d look good in anything."
"Alright, enough of that. Ivy Miller, are you changing or not? I’ll give you five minutes, I’ll go with you. Old Wesley, you head in first."
With that, he grabbed Ivy Miller’s wrist and headed back to the dorm.
Inside, Ivy Miller complained, "I thought the south is hot, so I only brought short skirts."
Henry Sullivan took a look and sure enough, "Seems like you were determined to seduce me."
"Who said I was trying to seduce you? I’m more wronged than Dou’e.
All my clothes are like this, okay?
This is how all young girls dress nowadays."
"You’re not a young girl anymore, you’re a woman, and a woman should have some awareness.
Listen, tomorrow I’m taking you to buy clothes, and no more short skirts for you after that."
"You’re a tyrant, a textbook control freak."
"Say that again," Henry Sullivan’s face turned icy.
Ivy Miller shuddered, "Humph, you tell me again, and I’ll say it again."
"Hurry up and change, pick the longest one," Henry Sullivan snorted coldly and walked out.
She made a face at his back, dissatisfied.