Tessa was fuming, glaring at Faye with exasperation and gritting her teeth, "I said, what on earth are you playing at?"
Is there anything else to say to him? Divorce! Does that count?
Faye looked at her flushed, angry face and smirked, "Angry? Although you said anger makes you age faster, you're indeed prettier when you're angry."
"What?" Tessa was flustered in the wind, fuming and not wanting to pay him any mind.
She grabbed his hand, desperately pulling him, trying to drag him off the sofa: "Leave, leave quickly, get out of my house before you make me die from anger."
But she was like a three-year-old pulling an adult. The man sat on the sofa without moving, indulgently saying, "Don't worry, you won't die from anger, I'll give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."
Tessa was speechless with her mouth agape, "Faye, don't go too far!"
Faye stroked her face with his hand, "Look... you've given me a name, I'm entirely yours, how could I possibly go too far with you?"
