"What... what are you doing?"
Nia Mitchell's eyes widened, fearfully watching him as he approached.
"What am I doing?" Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. Why does she look like I'm the bad guy?
"I'm preparing to be naughtily playful, yet perfectly legal, with my wife. Any objections?"
With that, he lunged at her, pinning Nia Mitchell firmly underneath him.
"Oof, you're so heavy!"
Nia Mitchell struggled to breathe under his weight. She tried to push him off, but it was all in vain.
How was she Rabina Mitchell at all? She was clearly a monkey, specifically the one trapped under a mountain.
Nia Mitchell had a pleading look on her face, her eyes watery.
"Uncle, I have to go to work. Could you let me go, please?"
Damn it! Such a despot and a fatuous ruler! Doesn't he have a ton of things to do? Why is he still pinning me down to tease me?
"Alright," Maxwell Peary acquiesced without being obstinate, agreeing to her plea. But his body didn't move for a long time.
