Little Moon somehow got onto the bed, and while they were talking, it seized the opportunity to bite the black bag thrown on the bed.
The two of them were attracted by its actions and looked towards it in unison.
"Moon, don't bite it..."
These are all Michael Lees' things. If they get damaged, and he forces her to go out in the middle of the night to buy replacements...
She can't take that kind of hassle.
She reached out to take it, but Little Moon wagged its butt and played tug-of-war with Isabella Harrison.
Isabella didn't brace against its force, and the thin bag was instantly torn in half.
The contents inside scattered all over the bed with a clatter.
Isabella paused for a moment, hurriedly reaching out to gather the things up, but her hand stopped abruptly in mid-air.
Facing a pile of items, her face suddenly turned crimson.
Her fingers curled slightly, caught in a dilemma.
To take it or not, that is the question.
No wonder the cashier said what they did.
