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"You ... What are you doing!" Moira's eyes were wide opened, she wanted to flare up, did this man know what 'respect' meant?
Sage smiled, "Don't worry, I'm wearing underpants." After he finished speaking, he pulled at the towel wildly, revealing the black underwear.
Moira hurriedly exclaimed, covering her eyes, "Can you wear your pajamas and come back here?"
"Unfortunately, all my pajamas were taken for dry cleaning." Sage started to tell a lie. Besides, he wasn't afraid that he couldn't find a reason.
Moira could see from between her fingers that he was indeed wearing underwear, but it was exposed clearly, so she grinded her teeth and said, "I don't believe it!"
"Believe it or not! That's how I sleep tonight, anyway." After saying that, he pushed open some of the doors to her room and walked in.
Behind him, Moira's gaze still followed his body in. Just by looking at his back, one shouldn't have a perfect figure with this man's figure.
However, Sage seemed to know that she was looking at him, so he didn't mind turning around.
Moira's eyes widened even more. His black hair was still wet, and a few droplets of water mischievously fell from his hair to his forehead, then fell along his proud nose, onto his beautiful chin, and ... A sexy Adam's apple.
A little further down, the man's muscular chest and every inch of his body was exuding a male charms like the muscles of his stomach and the lines of his mermaid ...
Damn it, this man's figure was perfect for breaking the rules.
"Have you seen enough? Don't worry, not only can you look, I can also let you touch it." Sage started laughing lowly. In the quiet room, his voice was so magnetic that it made people happy.
Moira's gaze quickly turned, and for some reason, her breathing became disorderly.
"See that quilt? You sleep on the other side and you're not allowed to move over the covers." Moira ordered.
Sage looked at the blanket and snorted, "With my tall stature, do you think it's possible for me to not go over?"
"Try not to cross it." Moira ordered.
Sage could only vaguely reply, "Then I'll try my best." With that, he laid down on his arm.
The body of the man lying down seemed even more enchanted. Under the light, it was covered with a layer of golden color, as if it was a masterpiece made by God. It made women want to commit a crime.
Moira didn't even want to look at it because her heart was already beating chaotically.
Without realizing it, it was already half past nine. Moira swallowed her saliva and said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat something."
Sage immediately smiled. "I'll give it to you to eat."
Moira immediately glared at him sternly, "Sleep with you."
"I'm also hungry. Why don't you cook one for me as well!"
"Unless you get dressed." Moira couldn't take it anymore. In her home, a nearly naked man was wandering around randomly.
"Alright!" Sage could only agree.
When Moira entered the kitchen to cook the noodles, Sage had already returned to his room. He wore a black shirt on his upper body, with casual pants underneath, and the shirt was intentionally buttoned to the fourth button, revealing half of his tofu like chest muscles.
This man was charming and alluring all the time tonight.
Moira quickly finished cooking the noodles. It was relatively light, so she only threw a few cabbage leaves inside. She took out the chili sauce she usually bought and ate it moderately.
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