When the sound of clothes tearing occurred,
the air seemed to freeze.
Baylor Davenport was somewhat caught off guard.
She even blankly lowered her head to look at her chest.
Her white underwear was already showing.
Gabriel Abernathy didn't care at all, his eyes even carrying a hint of disdain.
This, can also be called a woman?
In her memory, Julius Reed often did such things.
The first time they met in Gonzalez City, Gabriel Abernathy's clothes were torn by Julius Reed.
With such a rogue method, Baylor Davenport definitely wouldn't doubt it.
Moreover, she had heard that in The North Sea, Julius Reed had publicly slapped Baylor Davenport's buttocks.
The breathing inside the cabin became more and more rapid.
Baylor Davenport's face turned red, and she raised her head.
But she found the Prince Consort of The North Sea, his face carrying seven parts indifference, two parts coldness, and one part teasing.
Looking down on herself?
She raised her hand, wanting to slap him.
