Lyra Smith winced with a frown, "Uncle Morris..."
His expression was restrained, his Adam's apple moved slightly, "Stop talking nonsense."
Lyra shook her head, "No more nonsense." Then she muttered quietly, thinking he couldn't hear her, "I was just making a suggestion, it's your fault for taking so long every time..."
Morris Jackson chuckled helplessly and got out of bed, then walked into the bathroom with big strides.
Lyra lay back on the bed and rested for quite a while before her heartbeat gradually steadied.
She really didn't lie to Uncle Morris just now. Her period was indeed coming. She wasn't sure if it would arrive tonight or tomorrow morning, but she was afraid it would suddenly come in the middle of making love, which would be awkward.
It's better to endure it, even though Uncle Morris is the one who suffers.
