Mabel Doyle nodded, then suddenly seemed to think of something, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "Bryan White, do you also watch those kinds of movies?!"
So, he understands everything and knows everything?! Indeed, all men like to watch those kinds of movies!
"Hehe..." Bryan White chuckled lightly and suddenly let go of her, standing up without bothering to put on clothes.
Mabel's cheeks reddened further. She only glanced at the sturdy chest of the man before she turned her head away, daring not to look any further, especially below.
"Bryan White, can you put on some clothes!?..." She mumbled softly with her face half-buried in the blanket, her flushed cheeks about to drip blood.
The man chuckled softly again, leaning over with his arms on either side of her, pulling down the blanket from her face.
