Just stepping out for a free meal, Rosie Sullivan didn't bother with makeup or dressing up, going out bare-faced, draped in a loose long T-shirt. The neckline of this long-sleeve T-shirt was wide, and when it caught on the back collar, the shirt separated from her back, exposing a large area.
The two were standing close, and given that Benjamin Durant was tall, standing behind Rosie, the angle was just right to take in her entire back view.
The close-fitting clothing was white. Her shoulder blades were symmetrical and beautiful, like delicate butterfly wings, and her waist was slim with a smooth curve.
Suddenly, Benjamin's Adam's apple moved, and he looked away, simultaneously releasing Rosie's back collar as if it burned his hand.
Rosie hadn't noticed, and took a step back, feeling her neck being choked, she turned to scold Benjamin, "Benjamin, can't you be a bit gentler?!"
"Okay, okay, gentle, gentle."
