Elijah Reed looked at the girl with full-on caution, raised his right hand, grabbed the seatbelt, and said helplessly, "Fasten your seatbelt."
At this moment, Ella Turner finally removed her small hand from his body, but what came to her mind was that his chest muscles were quite nice, very firm, felt great in her hand.
When she realized her thoughts were not pure, she immediately shook her head to clear her mind.
Elijah looked at her inexplicable actions, stared into her eyes, and said, "I'll take you home now, rub it yourself when you get back, to prevent bruising."
"No way, let's go to the department store." After getting her head knocked, Ella was even less willing to let Elijah off the hook.
"Are you serious? You don't care about your body, doesn't your chest hurt? Aren't you worried that after the bruising disperses, your chest... might shrink?" Elijah almost couldn't handle the woman in front of him.
