"Don't try to provoke me. Unless you leave, I won't let go!"
Sophie Sullivan wouldn't fall for his tricks, this cunning old fox!
"Really won't let go?"
"Won't let go!"
"Are you sure?"
"Stop babbling!"
Thomas Shannon leaned back, forcing Sophie to support him. She looked disgusted, "Can you stand properly?"
"No, my legs are weak." He said it with such confidence, utterly shameless!
Sophie gave a cold laugh, "Overindulged, have you?"
"I wouldn't mind, would you indulge me once?"
"Scram!" Sophie knocked her head against his back, didn't hurt him but it gave her a bump.
She winced in pain.
Thomas turned his head, "You silly? Practicing iron head skill?"
"Shut up, you're the silly one!" Sophie glared at him fiercely, don't lose spirit even if defeated, keep the imposing air strong!
Thomas was utterly puzzled, rubbing his chin with interest, "With your intelligence, I very much doubt you'll drag down my Snowball and William..."
What did he mean?
