"Hubby, what's this?"
Even though that thing looked scary, she still daringly poked his wrist with her finger.
And, with no shame, she asked aloud.
"Muscle."
Ella: "Is it muscle?"
"Yes."
Ella: "Is it really muscle?"
"Mm-hmm."
Ella: "Aren't muscles supposed to be in separate chunks?"
The man finally lost his cool, his voice turned cold: "I'll give you two choices. One is to sleep, the other is to eat me... or be eaten by me."
Ella: "Then I'll just sleep." She's not stupid, she's not someone without a brain.
Man: "Hmm, three seconds, if you keep moving, I'll eat you." His tone didn't sound like he was joking.
She immediately settled down, nestled in his arms, closed her eyes, and with the scent of his pleasant masculine aroma, fell asleep without moving.
Hmm, now he's satisfied, Little Ella isn't a little obedient one, but he likes her like that.
*
Meanwhile, at sea.
An incredibly luxurious cruise ship, with six levels, each one packed with people.
