"Come here, hug me." His tone was full of devilish charm, the command leaving no room for refusal.
"..." She was stunned for a moment, then corrected him, "I, no... I better not." Being in someone's arms all the time, is it really okay?
"Are you coming or not?" He suddenly leaned in, as if settling scores after the fact, "Last night, you ate a lot of okra, baby, how do you plan to settle this account? If she wants to do it, he's more than willing?"
"Ah, big pervert." She quickly moved away, sitting by the window, "I mean sit, not do."
"I won't touch you then..."
Her little face flushed red, as if it could bleed.
After a moment, she finally reacted: "How long did you wait for me just now?" Would this Dark Lord really wait two hours?
"Two minutes..." he insisted.
...
In the driver's seat, Harry North's legs felt numb, hmm, this dog food, maybe I should go find the Admiral tomorrow!
Being by Emperor Lucas's side...
There's just no end to eating dog food.
