He chuckled under his breath but didn't say anything concerning that, which I was grateful for.
"You need to remove your shirts—"
"What?" My eyes nearly boggled out of their sockets. It was as if the balls were bigger.
"So, you won't sweat. But if you don't want to do that, I understand—"
"I Won't ever do that!" I folded my arms.
"After all, it's not everyone who wants others to see their pathetic chest. I understand what you are trying to hide."
"What did you say?" I frown at him, "I don't have a pathetic chest!"
In anger, I removed my shirt, "you see? I'm not pathetic at all!"
I know I'm not as Muscular and pronounced as he is. But that doesn't make me pathetic!
The devil didn't say anything, and when I turned to him, I found him staring at my chest as if it were a piece of meat.
"You pervert!" I hastily covered my chest with my hands. "Why are you staring at me!"
