After a moment, Faye's voice sounded from outside the bathroom, "Tessa, did you fall down the drain?"
Tessa "...…"
Ugh!
She'd just come in, and already he's cursing her to fall down the drain. Faye, you jerk.
Tessa angrily locked her phone and tossed it aside, then began her bath in earnest.
While washing, she thought about making Faye beg for forgiveness.
After finishing her bath, Tessa confronted Faye, complaining, "Hey, I never rush you when you're in the shower. I'd only been in there a moment, and you're already cursing me to fall down the drain. You jerk!"
Faye leaned against the bed, ignoring her, just watching her coolly.
Just then, Shawn's voice came from outside, "Tessa, Tessa, why won't you respond to me?"
So it turned out Faye was trying to get her because Shawn was yelling like a ghost out there.
She was embarrassed, "What are you yelling about? I was in the shower; how could I respond? Settle down, or I'll throw you out."
After a brief quiet, Shawn's voice piped up with a whine, "Tessa, you're so mean."
Tessa answered without a hint of courtesy, "I'm a tigress."
Shawn chuckled, "No worries. Even if you were a male tiger, I'd still really, really like you. I'd marry no one else in this life."
Just when Tessa planned to argue back, she realized there was no point in explaining to some people.
Her eyes glinted mischievously, and she leaned over to Faye, "Let's act out a little play. Go along with it, okay?"
"Hmm?" Faye's demeanor was calm, his voice carrying a touch of languid allure.
"Tessa, I can't really sleep, can you chat with me?" Shawn called out again from the door.
Tessa intentionally lowered her voice but made it loud enough for Shawn to hear outside, suddenly crying out, "Oh no…"
Outside, Shawn shivered, "Tessa, what are you doing...…?"
"We're asleep. You go sleep too."
Faye raised an eyebrow and suddenly gave her arm a little bite, you little rascal.
"Ouch, that hurt…" Tessa winced, instinctively pulling back, her head banging with a thunk against the headboard…
Outside, Shawn was incredibly frustrated and annoyed, especially with the interior conversation leaving so much to the imagination.
"Does it hurt?" Faye asked.
"Yeah." Of course, hitting her head hurt.
"Let me check."
"It's probably bleeding." Hopefully, she didn't break her head.
"It's not."
"Do you want some ointment?"
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