His back rested against the soft sofa, but in the next second, a pleasant fragrance brushed past the tip of his nose.
He was slightly stunned, quickly realized something and hurriedly opened his eyes, but the next moment, a pair of hands like iron clamps locked down his arms, pinning him firmly against the back cushion of the sofa, forcing him to maintain his original posture.
Fisher swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tilting his head back to look at Elizabeth, who had been lying in wait in the dark for who knew how long, her eyes bright like night pearls.
Her gaze on Fisher burned, a dangerous smile fixed on her face as she asked, all skin and no real warmth,
"Where did you just go, my Fisher?"
"..."
Elizabeth stretched out a finger, sliding lightly up his neck like a strand of hair, passing over his Adam's apple and his chin, finally resting on his lips, as if about to gently pry them open,
"Be good, listen, tell me. There'll be a reward~"
