Ch-138
"Don't you have any manners?" Esther asked angrily as she looked at him.
"I have them. If I don't have them I wouldn't have helped you," Cyrus asked.
"You are trying to take advantage of me!" Esther grumbled.
"If I am doing that, then I wouldn't help you with the zipper. I would have just ripped it off and had my way with you," Cyrus said half handedly.
"You!" Esther doesn't know what to say. Her ears and nose are smoking and flaring with imaginary red smoke puffing her cheeks making her feel mad. If looks can kill Cyrus would have been dead long ago. She looked like a tigress, who was ready to attack and injure him with her claws.
Cyrus felt that Esther looked cute when he saw her huffing and puffing. In his eyes, she looked like a cat that was ready to scratch him with its little paw. If Esther knew that he was taking her as a kitten instead of a tigress, she would surely emit fire from her mouth and burn him to death.
