Gradually Losing Control

As soon as she entered, Aren closed the door from behind. He was tall and upright, and his eagle-like sharp eyes swept towards Jocelyn with a strong sense of oppression. His thin lips curled up slightly. "Change!"

Jocelyn, who was walking into the room with the dress, looked at Aren and said seriously, "Thank you for helping me today, Aren. Otherwise, it would be a disaster for me."

What happened just now was really dangerous. If it wasn't for Aren, she really would definitely be in deep trouble, so naturally, she should thank him.

However, these words of gratitude did not cause Aren's expression to change.

He glanced at Jocelyn's body and said, "Change!"

For some reason, Jocelyn blushed immediately upon hearing this word, as if she was stuck in a steaming room.

In order not to let the people outside wait, Jocelyn stopped being shy. After all, the two of them had done more intimate things before, so she did not mind changing now.