The man chuckled, pinching her delicate chin: "Go on, provoke me all you want; you'll get it back double in three days!"
"Haha..." Emma Benson laughed, not intimidated by him, wrapping her hands around his neck, teasing him even more boldly, "Then I'll wait..."
After speaking, she pecked a kiss on his cheek, and seeing his eyes darken, she released him with a smile.
She was just about to leave his embrace when he suddenly scooped her up horizontally, making Emma exclaim and instinctively cling to his neck.
She quickly calmed down, believing he couldn't really do anything to her, and smiled again.
To her surprise, even though he couldn't touch her, Walter Schmidt still did everything he could, except for the last step.
Blushing, Emma hugged the quilt, pounding on his chest; though she was scolding him, her tone was coy and teasing.
She kept murmuring "Hate you! Hate you! You're so annoying!", after this encounter, Emma never dared to tease him lightly again...
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