Xana Thomas had just woken up, and she looked even more beautiful without makeup. Her wine-red hair fell over her shoulders, and she was wearing the same pajamas as Heather Sage, which only covered her perky buttocks.
Her pair of slender snow-white long legs was very eye-catching.
Her hot figure was not inferior to that silly Heather.
Xana realized that her pajamas only covered her butt. She blushed and shouted, "Stinky Braydon Neal, don't look! Turn your head away!"
Braydon Neal smiled faintly. Although there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, his gaze did not linger.
Xana was even angrier.
What was with Braydon's gaze?
He looked away after taking a glance at her. Was there disdain in the depths of his eyes?
Xana wondered if her charm had decreased.
