Lucas Griffin quickly grabbed his hand, slowly exhaled a breath, and tried his best to control his temperament, softening his voice as much as possible, "You continue."
Amanda Jenkins rubbed her wrist, which ached from his grip, feeling wronged and angry, but still held back her temper and continued to help him undress.
Lucas also kept a tight expression on his face.
After the shirt came off, Amanda looked at Lucas's muscular chest and healthy bronze skin, and couldn't help but swallow.
She had indeed seen many male models show off their bodies on television and magazines, and had even drawn male nudes during art class in school.
But Lucas at this moment, revealing only his upper body, had a perfect physique that outshone any male body she had ever seen.
Realizing she had been staring at him for quite some time, Amanda quickly turned her head, her gaze falling on his right arm.
The thick bandages were still oozing blood, indicating that the injury was indeed serious.
