The words coming out of Oliver Varley's mouth became filthier and filthier.
Sarah Sullivan sighed internally.
Why was it so hard just to get a peaceful beauty sleep!
You scumbags, can't change your ways, ignoring even your own parents at the sight of a beautiful woman.
Expecting you to behave is impossible.
Hoping that you won't bother me is also impossible.
Sarah Sullivan didn't ask for much, just that these rotten people don't show off when she wants to sleep.
Is this demand too much?
Not at all!
With a flick of her fingers, Sarah Sullivan took out a hair-thin Golden Needle from her needle pouch.
"Come on over, stop yapping."
Sarah Sullivan cut Oliver Varley off.
Oliver Varley thought Sarah Sullivan had been persuaded by him, that this was an invitation, so he approached happily.
Of course, he didn't know that Sarah Sullivan was merely pondering where to stick the Golden Needle in Oliver Varley.
The mute point or the fool point?
