Being so close to Benjamin Shaw, Alice Turner was experiencing such a situation for the first time; the last time was a few months ago at their wedding.
As the groom, amidst the guests' and emcee's coaxing, he lowered his head to kiss her, the bride.
But instead of following everyone's wishes and kissing her, he leaned down and sneered in her ear, "Kiss you? I'd rather kiss a pig."
He would rather kiss a pig than her. If he wasn't willing, so be it; she didn't care to be kissed by him. But weren't his words too infuriating?
Recalling the scene from the wedding now still made Alice Turner gnash her teeth in anger. She looked coolly at the man standing in front of her, "How would I know what a pig is thinking? Especially a crazy pig."
If he was willing to kiss a pig, then she would grant him that, grouping him with pigs, especially a mad pig.
"Who are you calling a pig?"
