Lily Shaw listened to her brother's complaints, glanced at her hands covered in flour and juice, and her eyes slightly curved as an evil smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She approached him, "Riley Thompson, your sister is pampering you now!"
As Roy Thompson was filled with complaints and saw the evil smile at the corner of Lily Shaw's mouth, his pupils shrank and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart, "Lily, what are you going to do? Lily..."
Before he could finish his words, Lily Shaw mischievously rubbed Roy Thompson's head with both hands; she had been wanting to do this for a long time.
Roy Thompson's hairstyle was the trendiest pompadour, with hair longer than fingers, styled with gel in the morning to push it up into a sleek arch.
Roy was naturally handsome, with finely chiseled features like a sculpture, youthful skin rich in collagen, smooth and fair like a peeled hard-boiled egg.
