Evan Fairchild suddenly leaned in even closer, murmuring, "I'll make it up to you double later."
"I wasn't thinking about any 'homework,' you don't need to make it up!" Melody Monroe quickly shook her head.
"You don't even want to do your homework?"
"I don't!"
"If you don't want to do your homework, the penalty is doubled. That's a bad attitude." Evan Fairchild suddenly tightened his grip.
"No." Melody Monroe immediately raised her hands to cover her lips.
Evan Fairchild took her hands, his brow furrowing. "Why are your hands so cold? Let's warm them up."
He pulled Melody Monroe's hands inside his shirt.
'So warm!'
Jasper Rockwell suddenly yanked open the door, only to find the two of them in an awkwardly intimate pose by the entrance.
'Suddenly, the lollipop in his mouth didn't taste sweet anymore.'
'It's not even cold out. Does standing in the wind feel good or something?'
