The sound came from Wyatt Wright's hand.
The shallow moonlight mingled with the neon glow of the city, barely seeping in, and in the dim haze, Rae Bennett opened her eyes wide.
Wyatt Wright suddenly called out to her, "Rae."
"Hmm."
"Talk to me."
Rae Bennett leaned on his shoulder, turned her head slightly, her lips brushing past his ear, "What should I say?"
Wyatt's body stiffened for a moment, and after a brief silence, "Anything."
Then the girl began to recite, her voice sweet, "A year had gone by, and Molly had grown into a robust lioness, weighing in at two hundred kilograms, finally reaching sexual maturity."
It was the narration about the lioness Molly from "Animal World."
She had deliberately picked this paragraph.
Wyatt was not as calm and composed as usual, the hand that was wrapped around her waist tightened somewhat uncontrollably, "Change to something else."
"No."
The young girl was disobedient.
