She reached out and tugged at his clothes.
"Be gentle, you're hurting me." Matthew Saxon frowned, letting out a low, muffled groan.
Scarlett Yates' hand trembled, she truly thought she had touched his wound, so her actions became much gentler as she continued to pull off his other sleeve.
Matthew let out another groan: "Ah, it hurts, Scarlett Yates, can't you slow down, be a bit more gentle, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Matthew Saxon, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Scarlett gritted her teeth, pulled the top off him, rolled it up, and tossed it to the side, glaring at him angrily, "It's just taking off a shirt, and you keep groaning, can't you stop making those disgusting sounds?"
That wicked sound made her skin crawl with goosebumps.
If someone was standing outside right now, without seeing what was happening inside, just hearing those few words, they would definitely misunderstand they were up to something wicked.
