"Insane! You’re insane! Absolutely insane! You... how can you be so... sha... less!" ’How could anyone possibly be this shaless?’
As Jasmine Warren was screaming, a pair of... silicone... cutlets... slipped... from... inside... her... dress... and fell out.
A flicker of surprise crossed Jason Lockwood’s eyes. He kept a straight face, suppressing a smile, and called out, "Tomboy." ’This woman must be joking...’
"What now?" Jasmine snapped.
Jason kindly reminded her, "Your... fakes... fell out."
"AHHH!!" At his words, Jasmine looked down, then promptly clutched her head and shrieked in mortification.
’That damn... plastic... surgery... man! If I don’t... kill... him... I’ll be too ashad to go on living!’
’Completely and utterly.’
Jason couldn’t hold it in any longer. He threw his head back and burst out laughing. Once he’d had his fill, he bent down, picked up the silicone cutlets from the floor, and began to examine them closely.
Seeing this, Jasmine shot up and snatched the items from his hand. "You really are shaless!"
"Fake will always be fake. It doesn’t matter how many you use, they’re still fake." Jason wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he spoke with extre patience.
"Who’s fake? What’s fake? I’ll have you know, mine are real! They’re real, okay?!" And with that, Jasmine... showed Jason.
Jason’s eyes were unreadable, but the smile never left his lips. He mused, "So, they can grow after all."
"..." Jasmine was instantly petrified, her jaw dropping in utter shock.
’She was just trying to prove they were real! She didn’t tell him to grope them!’
’Oh god, I’m going to die, I’m just going to die. Today, that... plastic... surgery... man... has... completely... taken... advantage... of... .’
Jasmine remained frozen for nearly a full minute before she finally snapped out of it.
She raised her hand to slap the man, who was still lost in thought, but he caught her small hand. His brows knitted as he said coldly, "Don’t push my buttons again and again."
"Let go! You plastic surgery freak! Do... you... have... any... sha... at... all?!"
Jason narrowed his sharp eyes and threatened harshly, "Tomboy, that’s enough. If you dare to keep acting up, don’t bla for what happens next."
"And what are you going to do, huh?! If you’ve got any guts, let go! We can fight one-on-one!" ’He took complete advantage of , and now he dares to threaten ! I’m so furious I could die! This is the last straw!’
"You can’t beat ."
"I’ll fight you even if I can’t win! I’ll beat you to a pulp! That’ll teach you to take advantage of !" With that, Jasmine raised her foot to kick him.
The man’s eyes turned cold and grim. A sinister smirk touched his lips as he swiftly swept her up into his arms.
Once in his arms, Jasmine began to struggle violently. She had completely forgotten she was wearing a dress, and with her... legs... flailing... wildly... she was... bound... to... expose... herself.
The man’s eyes darkened. After tossing her onto the bed, he reached out... and yanked off her troubleso...
Suddenly, Jasmine... felt... a... biting... chill.
Horrified and furious, she tried to cover her body as she scrambled backward. "You bastard, what are you doing?"
Jason’s eyes were cold and sinister. He laughed mockingly. "I told you to stop. You’re the one who insisted on pushing my buttons."
"Bastard, get out!" Jasmine wanted to grab a blanket to cover herself, but there wasn’t one anywhere.
’At this mont, she just wanted to die.’
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