"Adrian Walyon, go put some clothes on!" Summer Sutton was extremely embarrassed, scolding him with her back turned.
"Where would I get clothes from?" Adrian Walyon didn't take her words seriously.
Summer Sutton, "..."
He really didn't have any clothes here...
"Towel!" Adrian commanded her again with a cold face.
Summer Sutton never won when she clashed with him.
Out of options, Summer Sutton turned to the balcony, took a freshly washed towel, and walked back in.
Her apartment overlooked other tenants in the complex across the way.
Afraid Adrian would be seen inappropriately, she was extra careful to draw the curtains tightly when moving in and out.
Back inside, avoiding looking at him, Summer Sutton handed over the towel, "Quickly, wrap it!"
However, Adrian didn't take it immediately, just stared at her face, flushed like a boiled shrimp.
"We slept together for a year, what haven't you seen yet?" he said with faint sarcasm, seemingly disdainful of her reaction.
