TILLY'S brows furrowed when she saw Ainsworth's mouth move.
But she wasn't able to read his lips.
What is he saying?
She was irritated. But she was more frustrated that she couldn't make the Golden Tiger kneel even though it was never her goal to make him do so. Was she feeling this way because of his unclear provocations?
Just why does he want me to make him kneel anyway?
Her thoughts were just cut-off when all of a sudden, the Golden Tiger leapt at her. The next thing she knew, he was already holding her shoulders tight despite the flame that was now burning his arms. He winced, but he didn't let go.
"Are you trying to get yourself roasted?" Tilly asked in confusion. She noticed that the Golden Tiger's grip didn't hurt. But it was firm enough for her to be stuck where she stood. "And I didn't give you the permission to touch me."
