"Oh, it's bandaged, so I won't look at it..." Charlee Ford said, making a gesture of walking on the sofa.

William Bryan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But before this tone was completely relaxed, Charlee Ford suddenly turned his head, and when he didn't pay attention, he pulled up his shirt hem and lifted it up. His movements were rough and skillful, just like a female hooligan.

William Bryan: "…"

He grabbed Charlee Ford's wrist and frowned. "You are ...