"Wait! Easy, easy there, tiger. You know I'm all yours. Alright, I'll help you." Elizabeth said as she saw Bobby's eyes were all golden. Then she sat up, removed the last piece of cloth while hooking off her bra, and tossed it beside the ground.
She reached out her hand, caressed his face, and asked, "As much as I like to continue. But I think you're not yourself unlike before. Dear, your eyes are all golden. Is it something to do with that Devil technique?"
"Are you afraid?" asked Bobby with slight disappointment in his heart when she said that.
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid that I might turn into a devil. Isn't that the reason you are chickening out?"
On hearing that, she burst into a peal of tinkering laughter and said, "Hahaha, me - chickening out? That's ridiculous. Even if you are the Devil himself, I don't give a damn. To me, whatever you are, I'll follow you until my body and soul wither. You hear me?"
