"Wishful thinking!"
Betty immediately rolled her eyes at him, catching him leaning toward her from the corner of her eye, and instinctively she dodged to the side.
"What are you doing?"
Abel reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his arms, and gently patted her back comfortingly.
"It's okay, don't be scared!"
"Who's scared?"
She stubbornly refused to admit it, feeling his gentle voice and hand, she rested on his shoulder without moving. After all, she was still a little girl, pretending to be strong, but in her heart she hoped for someone to comfort her.
"Of course, my Betty, the one who could punch that jerk so hard his face would blossom, no wait... should have kicked him in his critical area so he'd have to spend the rest of his days only able to be with guys, then he could only be the bottom, getting his... listening to him talk so openly, Betty couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud, pushing him away.
"Pervert!"
