Braden was woken up, frowning.
He had taken off his shirt. His bronze-colored skin and muscle lines were perfect. He was so impressive and exuded a charm of strength.
The overly ambiguous scene made him sober up. He straightened his body and stared at Shirley. "What happened?"
"You still have the nerve to ask? You jerk!"
Shirley quickly grabbed her coat and covered her naked body. She hit Braden hard. "You are such a jerk. Look at my belly! How could you do that to me? If anything bad happens, I will definitely drag you down with me!"
She actually didn't remember what happened last night.
However, wasn't it obvious what would happen if a man and a woman stayed in the same room and leaned against each other without any clothes?
"Wait!"
Braden grabbed Shirley's fists forcefully. Then, he said resolutely, "I promise that I didn't do anything that I shouldn't have done to you. I still have self-control."