"Is there something on my Face? Why do you keep staring at me?" Emma Aiden felt a tingling on her scalp from his gaze and couldn't help but ask.
He didn't say a word, just listened to her talk and kept looking at her, as if he suddenly didn't recognize her...
Emma Aiden sat up from his embrace, reaching out to tug at the Men's shirt on her body.
His Shirt, worn on her, made her look particularly slender.
Her slender legs, exposed outside the Shirt, silently exuded temptation.
Especially after a Night's sleep, a few Buttons at the shirt collar had come undone, her fair Chest faintly visible...
As soon as Emma Aiden noticed she was exposed, she hurriedly grabbed the shirt collar, jumped up, turned, and ran towards the Bathroom with a flushed Face.
She slammed the door shut with a bang.
When she came out again, she had already changed into her own Clothes.
