As soon as she finished speaking, her nightgown was violently torn apart by the man.
…
After washing up, she went downstairs. Sophie Sullivan, with one hand wrapped around Thomas Shannon's arm, rested her entire body weight on him. Her steps were slow as she went down the stairs, each one causing her legs to tremble.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear you speak!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Sophie Sullivan realized how hoarse her voice was.
"You're the one who should shut up. The moment you open your mouth, everyone will know you were screaming too enthusiastically earlier and made your throat sore."
Sophie Sullivan felt like she had taken 10,000 points of critical damage, all dealt by the culprit himself.
Annoyed, she reached out and pinched him hard on the waist. Through his shirt, she accurately grabbed the soft flesh there and twisted it clockwise.
