Jose kept his eyes tightly shut, his complexion deathly pale, as if in great discomfort.
Milo clenched his neck as one might a dead child's.
If not for his trembling eyelashes, Merlin would have thought Jose was already gone.
"Can you loosen your grip on him a bit?" Merlin raised his hands, trying to negotiate with Milo.
"No," Milo refused without mercy, "Are you asking me to let go of a little devil?"
"You're going to strangle him!" Merlin couldn't help but shout, "Milo, why are you bullying a ten-year-old child?"
No matter what Jose was like usually, he was her brother.
Seeing him suffer like this, her heart could not bear it.
When Milo heard Merlin say this, he tightened his grip on Jose even more.
