Caleb Sterling, for once, didn't give her a hard time, even cooperated surprisingly well.
He directly took off the bulletproof briefs inside right in front of her.
He wasn't wearing anything else.
Cici's gaze didn't even have time to dodge; dead on, it landed squarely on his proudly showing-off…
Exhibitionist.
Cici cursed silently.
Caleb's expression didn't change at all as he stripped off the briefs, casually handed them to her, then picked up the bathrobe and nonchalantly threw it on.
When Cici took what was in her hand, it was like she was holding a hot potato, her expression full of disgust.
When she walked to the bathroom door, Caleb very clearly saw her make a wiping motion with her fingertips, like her fingers had caught some kind of germs.
Caleb's already cold face sank even more after that.
Once Cici went in, she stayed in there for a long time.
The bathroom was filled with the buzzing sound of the hair dryer.
The room they were in also hadn't been opened once…
