557: Miya Ford Extra Story 18 (Third Update)

Clement didn't want to talk; he just wanted to scratch that itch. He pulled her into his embrace, lifted her by the waist onto the cabinet, bent his head to kiss her lips for a while, and impatiently began to pull at her clothes. As he touched her collarbone, she turned her face away and pushed him, not gently.

"You go take a shower first."

Her brow was furrowed, her emotions written all over her face.

Clement wasn't upset; he complied by taking off his shirt, throwing it on the ground, and went to the bathroom shirtless.

His clothes had a scent of perfume.