My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was so angry that I didn't have the time to deal with him. I pressed my elbow down against Hendrix's chin.

I leaned over, placing half of my weight on his throat. My eyes glared threateningly at him. This was to inform him that he would be dead if he didn't tell me the truth.

Hendrix's face went red due to the lack of oxygen, but he had no intention of resisting. He forced himself to keep smiling and tried to ease the tension, but he was still keeping silent.

It looks like he's going to be stubborn.

I then withdrew my hand that was holding him down. I touched his smooth neck and felt his muscles through his shirt. "Honey, just tell me the truth. At the worst, you can do whatever you want tonight, okay?" Hendrix's breathing grew heavier, but it only lasted a few seconds before his rationality prevailed.

He propped a hand around my back and sat up on the couch, trying to reason with me as he stayed in his seductive pose. "Let's talk about that later tonight. As for the truth, what you see is the truth. Andrea can't seem to let go of the past. It's not a big deal to just let her vent it out on me. It's better than you getting bullied."

Hendrix paused for a moment, then suddenly touched my arm and caressed it with his thick palm. "Stop doing these strange things. It doesn't seem like you."

I can't change. Perhaps the things I didn't dare to do in the past might seem

control. I then thought that even if the trick was real, it

was

many crazy men and women out there in the world. They would always use such immature ways to prove their love and eliminate other people's love

the point

cross paths again.

anger. The veins on

as he pinched my shoulder. Our eyes met. We were so close yet so far away

rushed in with a file in his hand. When he saw us, he shivered. "What are

Hendrix's lap and asked lightly while tidying up my clothes,

house? What are

here?"