"You're not allowed to wear this one."
"If not this one, then which skirt do you think I should wear?"
Thomas Shannon rummaged through the wardrobe and eventually found a black long skirt, conservative enough to only reveal the neck, arms, and ankles.
"I don't want to wear this one, pick another." With her arms crossed over her chest, Sophie Sullivan coldly refused.
Thomas Shannon held the skirt, a smile hooking his lips, "Fennie, the person you need to please is me. I say you look good in this one, so you wear this one."
"What's so good about it?" Clearly, the one she picked earlier looked better. Was there something wrong with his taste?
Thomas Shannon began to peel off her homewear, "Wearing something so pretty in front of other men, are you considering me dead?"
Sophie Sullivan was tickled by his touch, laughing and wriggling away, "Thomas Shannon, admit it, you're just a jar of jealousy!"
