Lily Turner appeared to be very angry on the surface, but she wasn't angry at all.
She was glaring and shouting loudly, but in fact, she just wanted to overpower Easton Holmes with her momentum and remind him of her special situation.
Easton Holmes had been with her day and night for so long; how could he not see through her little schemes? He wasn't planning to tease her anymore because he worried that if he didn't stop, he would lose control.
"Alright! I won't tease you anymore, go to sleep."
He said as he withdrew his hand from her clothes and pinched her cheek with it, "Your worries are unnecessary. If I really wanted to do something to you, do you think your chicken-feet-like hands could stop me?"
As he spoke, he held her hand and, after speaking, lifted it to his mouth and bit it lightly.
"Easton Holmes! Are you really treating my hand like chicken feet?" Lily Turner pulled back her hand and held it up to her eyes to examine it carefully.
