Chapter: 1742

Scarlette, already feeling awkward, was about ready to snap at Kenji's clumsy handling. “Are you insane? Do you think my legs are made of steel? Why not just twist them into a pretzel while you're at it?”

Kenji stayed calm, shooting back, “I could actually do that.”

Scarlette narrowed her eyes. “Oh, trying to scare me now? You think I'll back down? Go ahead, break them if you've got the guts.”

Kenji glanced at the marks on her waist, chest, and legs, forcing himself to swallow his frustration.

He kept washing her, biting back the humiliation. To get it over with, he sped up, using more force than necessary, not caring if she grumbled about it.