Nathaniel York...
He never expected that this seemingly thick-thighed girl would be so difficult to deal with.
Nathaniel York's lips suddenly curled up, making his already delicate face look even more seductive. His fair chest was exposed, and his black hair scattered on his forehead was messy and decadent.
His voice was hoarse, "I didn't expect that you... are so into me. When did it start? Or was it love at first sight?"
For a brainless young lady like Matilda, Nathaniel York felt that he needed to change his strategy, or else, he would really be stripped naked.
Originally planning to pull down Nathaniel York's pants in one go, Matilda hesitated and looked up, asking, "What did you say?"
Nathaniel York wore an evil smile, "Isn't that the case? When a woman pounces on a man and starts groping him all over, doesn't that mean she's interested and likes him?"
Milda gaped, staring blankly at Nathaniel York, her face wearing a "Did I just eat a fly?" expression.
