"Kill me? How? Will you do it like last night, get on my bed and kill me? " Benson smiled meaningfully.

"Last night was clearly a misunderstanding. It's not what you think it is!" Lynn was so angry that he was about to faint. She reached out and pushed his chest. Benson grabbed her hand.

"Alright, your hair's been messed up, and you're still trying to act brave. You already have an ugly face, don’t come out with messy hair to lose my face."

Benson gently adjusted her hair. Lynn felt tickled as if she was touched by leather.

She shivered for a moment and pushed the man away, running...