I smirked. "How do you know my flesh stinks? Have you tasted it?"
"Who would want to taste!" Her face turned red.
"You'll have to taste it someday!"
"You jerk!"
She blushed and scolded, then tried to escape, but I grabbed her slender waist. "How about giving it a try?"
She stamped her feet in a hurry. "William Maine, let me go right now!"
"What are you afraid of?"
I grabbed her hand and guided her.
Suddenly, she exclaimed, as if her hand had been burned by a hot iron, her ears turned red, and then she stepped on my foot with her high heel. I released her in pain, and she ran away as if fleeing.
I winced in pain. She was too ruthless. 'However, speaking of which, she was still very innocent!'
It seems the next step is to work hard to make her face reality. The cat food that should be eaten will eventually be eaten, and we can't let Jessica Lawrence take it all by herself!
