Sophie swept his annoying hand away. "Don't touch me."
She paused for a moment, as if recalling something.
Suddenly, she burst into mischievous laughter, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Thomas Shannon…"
"Hmm?" The man's voice was still deep and pleasant.
"Do you want to get intimate with yourself?"
Thomas Shannon's eyebrow tips raised slightly. What was she up to now?
No sooner said than done, Sophie pressed her palm against his lips.
She couldn't help but laugh out loud. "How does it feel to be intimate with yourself, Young Master Shannon?"
Realizing what she meant, Thomas Shannon's handsome face darkened instantly.
He grabbed her hand and forcefully threw it aside.
Sophie burst into laughter, the frustration she'd felt tonight dissipating completely.
Sophie mischievously climbed onto him, placing both hands on his chest and squinting her eyes to imitate him. "Young Master Shannon, would you like another intimate encounter?"
