She couldn't eat anymore.
Alexander Summers didn't force her.
He carried Purple Summers to the sofa, played with her hair, pinched her ears, and toyed with her little hands. Realizing her nails had grown again, he got up to get nail clippers and helped her trim them.
After cutting her fingernails, he moved on to her toenails.
Purple had just taken a bath, and her little feet were as white as jade. Her toes were like tightly arranged, tender pink pearls, incredibly adorable.
Alexander was very careful while cutting, afraid that the sharp edge would hurt her delicate skin.
Purple couldn't stand his overprotective manner.
When he bullied her, she was infuriated.
When he was nice to her, she felt irritated.
"When will you let me go?" Purple asked him.
She wanted to go home, but Alexander misunderstood her desire to leave him. Without looking up, he replied, "You won't be able to leave in your lifetime."
