"No!" Liam Shaw flipped over and grabbed Ethan Hayes's quilt, hugging it as he said, "Let me lie here for a bit, Ethan, don't be stingy. Didn't I always crash on your bed when I came over before??"
Before was before, today is today.
Ethan stood by his own big bed, and out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the wardrobe in the room—Vivian was still hiding in there.
He took a deep breath, his voice cool as he said to Liam Shaw, "If you don't get up right now, I don't mind just hauling you out."
"Ethan, how can you be so cruel to me." Liam propped himself up on his elbows and sat up. After complaining twice, he suddenly threw Ethan a flirty look, pinched his voice and drawled, "Ethan, don't be like this, you used to swear you loved me till the end of time, and now it's only been one afternoon we haven't seen each other and you're already being so heartless to me, sob sob sob..."
Listening to Liam's words, Ethan's handsome, delicate face grew darker and darker.
