Chapter 97. I Must Talk with a Gun and a Stick

I looked up at him and saw my reflection in his pupils. "Can I even torture you?" After a pause, I couldn't help laughing and said, "Yes, after all this time, I should be the one to be gentle with your heart. Marcela really tortured you when she called you back this time."

Ignoring his cold and terrible face, I said with a bit of a false apology, "I'm really sorry. I promise it won't happen again. It's getting late. You'd better go out and change. I'll have a rest!"

"Ivelle!" He suppressed his anger. "Do you have to talk to me so harshly like this? Why are you pushing me away?"

I raised my eyebrows and said somewhat ironically, "You think too much. I haven't said anything hurtful to you yet."

"You." He laughed angrily, fished me out of the water and threw a towel directly at me.

I pulled the quilt to cover myself, and he sneered, "Are you shy with your naked body?"

Ignoring him, I pursed my lips and glanced at the bedside. I saw that t