"What do you know? Melody is a girl, I'm a man," Timmy snorted.
The butler: "..."
Isn't he a man?
Didn't even let her see? Melody couldn't help but curl her lips, a little devil in a child's body.
She walked in naturally, picked up a towel from the side, and looked at the little guy in the tub with both hands on his chest, his face flushed red from holding his breath, "Come over here, or I won't sleep with you tonight."
"Are you going to sleep with me today?" Timmy's eyes lit up suddenly.
Melody Thorne pinched the little guy's cheek, "Of course."
Yesterday, Jared's forceful kiss had crossed her line. The way he kissed made her extremely uneasy, as if he wanted to devour her.
In her eyes, he was always cold-blooded, wise, and abstinent, not at all like the madman yesterday.
Little Timmy moved over and had Melody help him bathe, commenting, "Your wash is much more comfortable than the butler's, his hands are all callused."
The butler: "..."
