Before he could finish speaking, Emilia Johnny was already covering her face and running Upstairs.
The smile on Anthony Davis's Face deepened; he didn't have to go to work today, and staying at home actually seemed quite fun.
Ever since Emilia Johnny came downstairs, he'd been looking at her Shoulder—her fragrant Shoulder half exposed, her Face blank with confusion; she carried a kind of charm and yet had no idea.
Anthony Davis felt more and more that Emilia Johnny might be able to bring him a lot of smiles.
In front of her, his self-control was clearly slipping.
Emilia Johnny sprinted all the way Upstairs, shut the door, and rushed into the Bathroom.
Only once she was in the Bathroom did Emilia Johnny lower her hand. She looked at her bright red Face in the Mirror and let out a wail.
So embarrassing, way too embarrassing. When she went downstairs her Clothes were a mess, her Shoulder was exposed, and she herself hadn't even realized.
