That restless hand gradually moved up.
It seemed to be changing position...
"I shouldn't have touched you."
"What else?"
What else?
Sophie Sullivan glared at him, "Thomas Shannon, don't push your luck!"
Did he have to force her to take all the blame before he was satisfied?
"Put away your little schemes. If there's a next time, it won't be let go so easily."
Thomas Shannon's eyes were deep, and the curve of his mouth was slightly cold.
It seemed like a warning.
But Sophie understood his meaning: she should give up her little schemes and not play tricks under his watch.
She pretended not to understand, "So what do you plan to do with me?"
"What do you think?" Thomas Shannon's handsome face gradually closed in.
Finally, that perfectly sculpted nose gently brushed her own. "Next time, I'll throw you into the crocodile pond to feed the crocodiles."
Sophie nodded, showing that she understood.
