My eyes widened in disbelief.
"Hey! W-What are you thinking of making me do, huh?"
I covered my body, wary that he might ask for a… night service. He wouldn't ask that, would he? He said he's not interested in "that," so… I should be safe, right?
"Hmmm… I wonder," he said teasingly as his lips curved in a mischievous grin. "What do married couples do at night?"
"What the—NO WAY! I thought you said you don't like those kinds of stuff, and you find them disgusting?! Why are you suddenly—NO! Not in a million years! Y-You… perverted lewd beast!"
His eyebrows arched in a sly manner.
"What a funny new nickname," he chuckled. "But I think that suits you more since you're the one who's thinking so lewdly."
I squinted my eyes at him.
"Don't tell me you're just leading me on again? Hah! You never fail to remind me how hateful you are, huh?" I scoffed. "Stop saying words with double meanings."
