With arms open wide, she naturally demanded him, "You carry me in!"
Watt Bennet wanted to continue what the two of them hadn't finished in bed earlier.
Carry her in?
Is she pushing it too far?
"I'll carry you back!" Watt Bennet corrected her sternly.
"Inside!" Summer Sutton insisted like a stubborn child.
"Back to bed." Watt Bennet refused with a cold face.
"But I want to go inside." Summer Sutton collapsed on the floor, frowning tightly.
Watt Bennet rubbed his temple again and again, deciding to listen to her reason carefully, "Why do you want to go inside?"
He lazily stretched his wrist, his gaze swept over her, waiting for her next words.
If she said a single word wrong, he absolutely would squeeze her to death.
Under his cold, killing gaze, Summer Sutton very aggrievedly spit out two words, "Pee."
Her voice was very light, subdued by his gaze, it naturally weakened.
Watt Bennet's facial expression transformed several times between different shades of dark.
