"Uh... Wifey... do you have to be so ruthless?"
Wyatt Perry's face turned from pale to green, then from green to black. In just a few seconds, he changed expressions three times. The place he was covering with his hand was no longer firm and erect; it slowly wilted and eventually became weak and powerless.
Claudia Ross glanced at the miserable Wyatt Perry on the bed and chuckled, "Don't think about bullying me in the future. If you get me riled up, I don't know what scary things I might do. Consider this a warning: if I kick you and something gets broken, don't blame me for not warning you!"
The pain flared up again, and Wyatt Perry hissed and drew in a sharp breath, his stare lacking its usual intimidating chill when he looked at Claudia Ross.
Seeing Wyatt Perry suffering, Claudia Ross felt elated and happily went to the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, Wyatt Perry was still lying on the bed with a pained expression.
