"You little rascal, still pretending!"
Abel shouted hoarsely.
Realizing she was caught, Betty didn't continue pretending; she just used her hands to push off his arm and sat up.
"What's wrong? You can mess with me, but I can't mess with you? Hmph!" She snorted lightly, leaned back against the chair, and raised her hand to wipe her face, "Didn't expect a big man like you to cry so much, my face is all wet..."
Seeing him reach out and grab her arm, Betty was startled.
Is this guy angry and going to hit her?
"What... what are you doing?!"
Abel said nothing, just pulled her over and held her tightly in his arms.
"You... little rascal!"
Despite his anger, his heart was filled with joy at the moment.
She's fine, it was all just a joke, what could be more delightful than this?!
"Let go of me!"
Betty struggled hard, but he just held her tightly and refused to let go.
Let go?
Hmph!
Not in this lifetime!
