Donald's point of view
"More than five seconds," I said with a faint smile as I advanced gently towards her. remarked, pointing to the phone's display
"Hey, don't send it!" She tried to grasp it while standing on tiptoe. "Give your phone to me and bring it!"
I lifted it high in the air, and all she could do was jump "You keep your word, and I've come! Please, Donald, hand over your phone to me! Don't post that on the internet!"
It's fascinating to see her worried. I want to tease her more the more nervous she gets. she follows step by step.
"I'm going to upload,"
"No!" She dashed over in a frenzied manner.
This flurry... the entire person swooped down on me.
I reclined and sank onto the plush sofa. Instead of hurrying forward, I savored this situation and gazed at her with rapt attention "Are you so anxious to be snatched up in my arms? Do you want to do anything similar to what you did the prior time?"
"No!" Her cheeks flushed. "Hand over your phone!"