Flossie Wright reached out, intending to touch the military knife on the bedside.
"Flossie."
Catching her wrist as it moved, Glenn called out softly, his voice filled with a hoarse tenderness.
Flossie Wright turned her head away, breathing deeply, adjusting her aura.
Lazier than bothering with him!
However, the arm around her waist suddenly tightened, pulling the two of them closely together, warmth spreading through their closely pressed skin.
Flossie Wright glanced sideways, meeting Glenn's focused and charming eyes, and knowing exactly what he was thinking, she instantly frowned and threatened in a low voice, "Don't even think about it!"
Glenn faintly curled his lips.
No matter what, anyway... Satisfied!
"Get lost."
After a moment, Flossie Wright rolled her eyes at him.
Damn, I lost out!
In a really bad mood!
"I'm cold," Glenn said softly, looking into her eyes, even with a hint of pitifulness.
Flossie Wright was seething with anger.
