I wasn't thinking in that direction at all!
But who would have thought that the naturally dignified man, who only needed to lift his hand while sitting on a chair to command everything, would go into the bathroom and spend ages examining her bra!
After hanging the clothes on the drying rack on the balcony, Arabella looked at the bra that Joel had just held in his hands and helplessly brought her hand to her forehead.
How was she supposed to face this bra in the future?
"Pretty nice," he said.
Just as she brooded over it, Joel's indifferent voice suddenly came from behind her.
She immediately turned around to look at him, and there Joel stood, tall and upright, behind her. She took two steps to the side and looked up, "What's pretty nice?"
Joel glanced at the clothes on the drying rack and said indifferently, "C cup..."
Arabella's eyes widened instantly, and she hurriedly stepped forward to cover his mouth with her hand.
"Stop talking!"
