The words squeezed through clenched teeth, Glenn Hutchinson spoke irritably, yet seemed quite justified in his frustration.
"..."
Flossie Wright's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.
Dealing with a rascal, she rarely won an argument; either she had to be more shameless or resort to physical force, but now she couldn't even win a fight, and her words were blocked, she really had no other option.
"First of all, there's no relationship between us," Flossie took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking slowly, "Glenn Hutchinson, your wet clothes are unbearable for me."
"Kissed and now slept together, you dare say there's no relationship?" Clutching her hand tightly, Glenn Hutchinson's voice was almost touching her lips as he whispered, "My wet clothes... ha, if you want me to strip naked, I don't mind."
"Fuck!"
She couldn't help but curse.
He was infuriating, making her grind her teeth in anger!
