As Joyce gazed at Carl's bare chest that had suddenly appeared before her, Joyce let out a sharp cry, and then she covered her eyes as she turned around and fled.
He, he was not wearing any clothes!
Carl pulled her back and pressed her against the wall. His tall figure enveloped her. "Don't you want to see it? Why are you running away?"
"Who wants to see it?" Joyce was still covering her eyes, and her face was flushed. "You... Let go of me!"
He had just taken a shower, and there was still some moisture left on his body, which was very oppressive.
"If you don't want to see me naked, why don't you get me clothes?" Carl looked down at her and asked in a vague tone.
Knowing that she was in the wrong, Joyce retorted weakly, "I'm not your servant. Why should I listen to you?"
Carl sneered
