"Don't take off your clothes," he said coldly, "A man and a woman, in the dead of night, or are you just too eager to strip?"
"Screw you!" she pushed him away, then stepped back a few paces to keep a safe distance from him.
"..." His face was dark and stormy.
This little woman was becoming more and more interesting.
"I just want to take off the clothes and return them to you." She insisted on taking off the clothes. After all, he is the father of her little buns in her belly, and he's so handsome. If he catches a cold, wouldn't it be her who's heartache?
She said one thing and meant another: "Crown Prince, clearly you're the one not wearing clothes. Flitting around with such a good body in front of me, how can I sit in peace in the car?"
As soon as she finished speaking, he spoke in a seemingly pleased tone: "Are you saying my body is good?" Meaning... she's satisfied with him?
She's satisfied with his body?
