"You dare!"
Sophie Sullivan grumpily bumped him with her elbow.
Thomas Shannon groaned softly, his burning thin lips lightly pecking at the delicate skin of her neck, "Fennie, my stomach hurts..."
"Where else does it hurt? You might as well say it all at once."
Thomas Shannon took a deep breath of the light scent on her body; this woman's body scent was more lethal than any perfume.
The refreshing fragrance made his whole body relax, "When Fennie isn't around, my whole body hurts."
"Let it hurt you to death, then."
Sophie Sullivan maintained a cold face, huffing angrily.
"Would you really?" Thomas Shannon slightly lifted his head, looking at her indifferent face.
"What's there to be reluctant about?" Sophie Sullivan retorted, "Just afraid those people you say are either your younger sister, fiancée, or wife would be heartbroken."
Thomas Shannon's brow furrowed fiercely. He lifted his head, pulled her body around to face him, "Still angry?"
"..."
