"Slander... Last night, who was yelling that they were hot, then took off their clothes themselves, and reached out to tear off mine? Matilda, you're really something, you take off clothes faster with your eyes closed than others do with their eyes open. I've really never seen a nymphomaniac like you."
Matilda felt a surge of heat rush to her forehead. Damn, being called a nymphomaniac was really scary.
Matilda shook her head repeatedly: "I didn't, I couldn't help it..."
"It's fine, I remember it very well."
"I...I..." Matilda was close to tears.
Nathaniel York's eyes were fixed on Matilda's lips. "Tell me...how will you compensate me?"
"I...I don't know, I have no money..." A few days ago, she had seen on TV that the male lead and female lead got drunk and had sex, and in the morning, the female protagonist threw a wad of banknotes at the man.
She wanted to do that too, but she was poor, she had no money.
