William Cole felt somewhat helpless, not expecting that Cleo Davidson also had a penchant for cleanliness. Judging by her appearance, impeccably clean and her hair neatly arranged without a speck of dust, she indeed seemed to have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness.
Everything in the car was spotless, without a single flaw.
Glancing at Cleo Davidson again, she was already impatiently lifting the hem of her skirt to remove her stockings.
William Cole quickly closed his eyes, not looking at Cleo Davidson.
The air in the car carried a hint of warmth.
"I'm ready, William Cole, you can open your eyes now," Cleo Davidson's voice came, as if she had blown a breath of air right by William's ear.
