"There! Just do it yourself. I'd better cook in the kitchen. Excuse me." Kara stomped her feet, leaving the room.

Frank was stunned to see her. With a stupid look, he turned to the lotion bottle that had just hit his hard muscle.

"Why is she angry? That's the normal stage to be done after bathing."

Meanwhile, Kara kept mumbling. Even when she arrived in the kitchen, she couldn't stop nagging. "He accused Ben of being a flirt, but he himself was a pervert. Why is he so disgusting?"

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