"Hah. You can come to the mall and eat with Catherine and the rest but not me?" Max clicked his tongue and asked, "Am I not your friend?"
"The thing is, you're a man." Charity smiled faintly. "I won't mind unless you undergo sex reassignment surgery."
Max was speechless for a while before giving her a thumbs-up. "I don't think you've ever treated me as a man."
It was Charity’s turn to be stunned.
Max looked as if he wanted to cry but could not. “I think you treat me as your female buddy.”
Charity was dumbfounded. All of a sudden, she had no idea what to say.
Deep down, she reflected on herself.
Had she been treating him that way?
"No. I treat you as my male buddy." Charity picked up the cup in embarrassment, feeling the need to save her friendship that was at stake.
"If you're not good at speaking, eat more fish. I heard fish can make one smarter.” Max took a big piece of fish for her.
Charity brutally stepped on his foot under the table.
After the meal, Max came out staggering.
Charity was not sympathetic toward him at all.
However, he had himself to blame for being silly.
"Don’t you want to buy clothes? Let's go in and take a look.” Charity walked into a men's clothing store. Considering Max’s job, she chose a pair of blue jeans and a white hoodie for him.
After receiving the clothes, he took off his T -shirt in front of her, showing his cinnamon-colored, well-defined abs.
A man's body that Charity was most familiar with was Chester's.
Chester had abs too, but his abs were definitely not as firm as Max's.
The saleswoman beside Max gasped and stared passionately at his wonderful physique.
Charity's lips twitched. "Don't you know to get changed in the changing room?"
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