Amelia chuckled dryly and said softly, "Sorry, I misspoke earlier. I meant to say you have a 'hooligan physique,' but somehow the word 'genes' slipped out instead. So, when I called you a hooligan, it was aimed at you personally, and I didn't mean to insult your family or ancestors."
She was quite serious as she spoke, her eyes even held sincerity.
However, the man just laughed, "You don't need to explain; I know you didn't mean it that way."
Amelia paused briefly, "So?"
"So, as the hooligan I am, I indeed need to show you just what a hooligan can be like since you keep stressing the word..."
He paused in his speech, chuckled softly, then continued, "It seems Mason wasn't wrong, women really do like those who appear cold and abstinent on the outside but are passionate as a hooligan in bed..."
"Mason Hawkins is wrong; I really don't like... mm—"
She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as the man showed her just what "hooligan" passion was like.
