"I heard you, what exactly do you want to say?" Enna Clark resignedly looked back at him, helplessly said.
Upon hearing her response, the man with the furrowed brows suddenly relaxed them, as if he were satisfied. The next second, however, he seemed to think of something, and his recently unfurrowed brows furrowed once again, "I want to hang you up and spank you!"
——I want to hang you up and spank you!
He was dead serious, with not a hint of jest.
Especially with the smell of alcohol on him, it was certain that this was indeed his true thought.
Pinned down on the bed by someone in such a condescending posture, staring at her seriously and talking about hanging her up to hit, Enna Clark didn't know how to react for a moment.
Before she could react, she heard the man above her grinding his teeth and furrowing his brows again, continuing, "But I just can't bear to! It's just fucking unbearable!"
That kind of irritability, anger, and yet the helpless tone she took with her.
