Hailey spoke each word slowly, “You saw me naked earlier, Den.”


    Den looked at her. “I didn’t”


    “Still denying it? Didn’t you see me just now?”


    Den had noeback. Of course, he saw. He wasn’t blind.


    Hailey’s delicate face flushed a deep red. Just thinking about the scene earlier made her embarrassed and angry. She had thought it was Celine who came in, but it turned out to be him.


    “What did you see, and what did you hear?” Hailey asked


    However, Den simply stayed silent. Hailey hated it when he ignored her like this. “Are you mute <b>now</b>?”


    Den replied, “You said you wanted a D cup


    Hailey gasped, quickly cing her hand over his mouth to stop him. “Don’t say it!”


    Her small hand suddenly moved to cover his, closing the distance between <b>them </b>in an instant.


    As Den looked into her captivating eyes, he found them filled with warmth like sunlight, just as they had been the first time he saw her.


    It had been raining that day when he had unintentionally saved her. Back then, she <b>had </b><b>a </b>birthmark on her face, but her eyes were just as beautiful as they were now.


    Den gently pulled her hand away. “I didn’t want to say anything. You made me.”


    Hailey huffed. “-Just shut up!”


    <b>“</b>I’ll <b>leave </b>then,” Den said.


    He <b>moved </b>toward the door, but Hailey blocked it, hat letting him through. “Den, you saw me naked. What are you going to do about it?”


    Den stared at the stubborn youngdy. “What do you want me to do?”


    Hailey thought for a moment. “Since you’ve seen me naked, I should see you naked too. That would make it fair.”


    Den stared at her, speechless.


    Hailey’spetitive spirit was triggered. He <b>was </b>always so <b>aloof </b>and cool, never paying her any attention. Why should she be the only one to feel embarrassed after her body was seen? She wanted to see him too.


    <b>She </b>grabbed the hem of his white tank top and pulled it up, but Den shot out his hand and pressed down on the edge of his shirt.


    “Hailey Young!”


    Hailey’s eyes lit up, and a sweet smile spread across her face. So he knew her name. “Den, so you do know my name. I thought you didn’t. Well, now I’m going to see your body.”


    She forced his shirt up higher. Soon, his sun–kissed skin was revealed. Unlike her soft, fairplexion, his was a healthy, tanned tone.


    He had defined abs around his waist. Hailey slowly lifted her gaze<b>, </b>counting–one, two, three, four, five, six–six–pack abs.


    He actually had six–pack abs.


    His waist was narrow and toned, with ck trousers cinched at the waist. The perfect V–shape of his body tapered into the pants, leaving little to the imagination


    She kept pulling up his shirt. Soon, she saw the scars on his body. His skin was covered with a map of old and new scars, deep and shallow How could someone have so many scars? Hailey reached out her hand, gently tracing them.