In order not to let Yetta Astir fall, Basil Jaak quickly held her round buttocks. But, unexpected to him, a sudden sharp pain was felt from his arm.
"Hey! What are you pinching me for?" Basil Jaak grumbled indignantly.
In all honesty, Basil Jaak had no ulterior motives this time.
Yetta Astir sneered, "Why do you think?"
Basil Jaak replied in irritation, "If you don't want me to carry you, then get down. I don't care. Stop acting like you're some treasure or something, as if I'm eager to take advantage of you."
Yetta Astir sneered, "So you didn't take advantage this time. Dare you say the same about when we were at Golden Splendor, or when we were on the motorcycle?"
"I..." This time Basil Jaak was stumped.
"Can't speak now, feeling guilty?" Yetta Astir pressed on relentlessly.
Basil Jaak gave a bitter smile. "Didn't we agree not to mention about that?"
