"Hooligan." Claudia Ross ferociously snatched the bath towel back from Wyatt Perry's hands, hurriedly rewrapping herself.
"Your skin is so white."
Wyatt Perry stared intently at her for a while, then uttered a sentence that made Claudia Ross want to spit blood.
"Have you looked enough?"
Claudia Ross glared at him resentfully.
"No," Wyatt Perry answered honestly, "I want to look more."
"Scram!"
Stinky hooligan.
She was nearly driven to death by his arrogance, still so naughty despite his amnesia.
Just yesterday she teased him until his face turned red and his neck swelled, and today he started teasing her.
Jerk, jerk, big jerk.
Claudia Ross turned to leave, but Wyatt Perry caught her wrist in a flash, "Let's bathe together."
"Don't," she protested.
Bathing together was too prone to accidental firing.
It was not easy for her back and legs to stop aching, and she intended to rest a few more days while he had amnesia!