"People who do big things shouldn't worry about these small details." Sparkle chuckled, inwardly cursing Evan Saint's ancestors for eighteen generations.
"Details determine success or failure." Evan wasn't buying it, coldly announced, "Continue tonight."
Sparkle nearly plopped down on the ground, couldn't help but growl, "Evan Saint!"
Still continue? We've been at it all night, aren't you tired?
"Mrs. Saint is telling me, your stamina is great, no problem at night?"
"No..." Sparkle almost spat blood, clearly furious but had to plaster a smile, falsely flattering, "I just think your name sounds nice, want to call it a few more times."
Evan gazed at her gloomily.
Feeling creeped out by the stare, Sparkle shifted uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"
She'd flattered so much, what more did he want?
