Suzanne Trent didn't even blush, knowing that he couldn't do anything anyway.
She raised her hand and touched his bare arm, her voice sounding flirtatious: "Young man, you have such a great physique. You've been with me in the wild, exposed to sun and wind, and sleeping in caves for so long, yet you're still so fair-skinned."
Although Mason King was fair-skinned, it wasn't like the delicate paleness of male celebrities or the unnatural whiteness produced by cosmetics. His skin was a very healthy color, and since he had always been obsessive about cleanliness from a young age, he was always spotlessly clean from head to toe. This made him appear particularly pristine and pleasing to the eye.
When he had first been injured and unconscious in her house, she had not observed him in such a flirtatious manner like she was doing now. Her gaze wandered up and down his body for quite some time.
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