"Auntie says, don't look at things you're not supposed to!" Sean Saint stuck his tongue out at her, then closed the door.
The last straw of hope was gone; Sparkle's face immediately fell.
It was over; she couldn't expect to sleep again tonight!
Seeing her almost on the verge of tears, Evan Saint's eyes were filled with a mischievous smile: "Sean is more sensible than you."
"Mr. Saint, President Saint, Lord Imperia, I was wrong, please forgive me!" Sparkle quickly put on a pitiful face.
"Where were you wrong?"
"I was wrong to challenge your authority."
It was rare for her to be so aware; Evan Saint chuckled and patted her little head: "Good girl."
Sparkle looked at him ingratiatingly: "So can you spare me tonight?"
"No."
The expectation in her eyes was replaced by disappointment. She lay on the bed, spread-eagle, and shouted tragically, "Come on, fire at me!"
Her appearance was so comical that Evan Saint couldn't hold it together and burst out laughing.
