After all, she had just woken up, her brain still in a state of not being fully booted up.
The first thing she saw when she opened her phone was such a blood-curdling, ear-reddening "selfie".
Yvonne Finley nearly threw the phone in her hand out.
It instantly became like a hot potato.
As if.
Even through the phone, one could feel that texture and heat.
Hard, wild, defying everything.
She instantly sat up from the bed, absentmindedly ruffling the soft yet somewhat matted curls. The expression on her face was lively and vivid.
Caleb Baker—!
How dare he!
And moreover, he was semi-conscious, showcasing his pomp and circumstance.
What was she playing at?
Yesterday, she was merely helping him deal with something, and now her shoulders were still sore.
Not caring about anything else, she quickly typed a line of text and sent it out.
"How could you not wear any…shorts under your sports pants???"
Perhaps he timed it right when she was supposed to wake up.
