Cyril carried some expensive wine into the house and carefully placed the bottles on the floor. "Your parents aren't home?"
"Yes..." I was a bit apologetic.
After all, I had told my parents in advance that I would arrive at this time, but they didn't wait for me at home. Obviously, they didn't take this matter seriously.
Cyril smiled and said, "It's fine. We'll wait."
Jane looked over impatiently, and when she saw Cyril, her eyes clearly lit up. "You are?"
Cyril politely smiled, "Hi. I'm Cyril, Chelsea's boyfriend."
"So, you are Cyril." Jane sized him up and walked over. Then she said straightforwardly, "You're so handsome!"
Cyril was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Thanks."
I looked at Jane. The neckline of her tank top was so low that I could see her cleavage. Her thighs were exposed in the air, and she looked hot and seductive.
No wonder Cyril was so uneasy.
I frowned, pulled Jane back to the bedroom, took out a T-shirt and pants from the wardrobe, and handed them to her. "Change your clothes. We've got a guest here."
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Jane rolled her eyes. "Chelsea, are you afraid that Cyril will be attracted to me?"