"Why don't you knock first?"
The man, looking at her face that was either flushed from shyness or steam, said without changing his expression, "Don't bother covering up. There's nothing I haven't seen on your body."
Amelia, "..."
She snatched her clothes with one hand, "Get out."
He hooked his lips, chuckled softly, and closed the door as he went out.
Amelia looked down and realized that what she was holding wasn't her nightgown, but his white shirt.
It turned out that his perverse preference had persisted for so many years without changing.
Back when they were together, Daniel liked her wearing his white shirt, as if such attire could touch some nerve of his, making him particularly excited.
But tonight, is it appropriate for her to wear this?
Whether it's appropriate or not, she doesn't seem to have a choice.
