Roxxane's POV
“Are you sure you don't need any help? These bags look like there's more from where they came from.” Canan couldn't stop being nosy for a moment. His nosy character was beginning to make me question if I could even be in this room with him for a day.
I frown, dropping my luggage right next to my bed in his room.
“I don't need any help to move my s**t. It's my luggage, and I have to deal with it.” I cleaned off the sweat around my forehead and walked out without giving him a glance at all.
But he doesn't listen. He follows behind me, still trying around like a little baby. He quickly reaches for my bag and pulls out my underwear.
“Wow! So you still wear lady's underwear?”
I angrily snatch it from his hand. “Respect yourself or I'll punch your f*****g face clean off!
