Her eyes blinked in confusion. Why had he become so easy to talk to? She glanced down at her chest, realizing that the lecherous man was staring right at her assets! She instinctively shrank back, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and shouted in frustration, "Stop looking!"
The innocent man climbed onto the bed in his shirt, murmuring, "There's nothing particularly special about it; it's just a C-cup. I've touched G-cups before."
How many women had he been with? She clearly hated him, but hearing that he had touched others made her stomach churn with jealousy. Pouting, she muttered behind him, "Pervert, playboy, I hope you get AIDS soon!"
"Help me with a massage; I'm really tired." After driving for so long, anyone would feel exhausted. If he had known he could just find someone else to take him, he wouldn't have rushed over here the moment he heard about her.
