Penelope moved her waist, feeling a little uncomfortable. "So, can you put me down?"

"Not yet."

"Why?"

"It is you who set the fire. Are you not responsible for putting it out?" He rolled over and pressed her under his body. Then he reached out to pick up her chin.

Penelope closed her eyes. If one day she would die, she would die because of her bad mouth.

"Warren... do you know why a roadster can't be used as a tractor?"

"In case of severe attrition."

"Yes. We should develop a sustainable relationship. You let me go first. I will recover and cooperate with you in a few days, okay?"...