(^_^, Got home, this chapter was written on the train, hehe, got observed by people)
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Her movement made Yves King tense up, somewhat bewildered. What's going on? He only came to lay with her for a bit in bed, what does she want to do? He was somewhat puzzled, and hastily grabbed her tender, smooth hand, making a wry face, saying: "Faye, what are you trying to do? You're not feeling well, don't mess around, okay?"
After a momentary pause, Faye Owen was shaking with anger. When would this jerk stop playing tricks on her? It got her teeth itching to bite him, and so with a grunt, she bit down on Yves' arm, causing him to howl in pain.
