"You really want to take my life."

Ethan's lips pressed to Lola's ear, and she instinctively shrank her neck and turned to the side.

He grasped her chin, forcing her face toward his, and murmured in a magnetic, husky voice, "Lola, can you yell again, like just now, hmm?"

Yell again?

Lola understood perfectly.

She immediately did as Ethan told her, tearing at her throat: "Ahh! Oh, Ethan, don't do this! I'm so scared!"

Ethan: "..."

After yelling.

Lola looked at the face so close to hers.

Her small mouth pursed as she blinked her big, lively eyes and asked, "This is how I should scream."

"Lola, you're really going to be the death of me."

He bit her earlobe lightly.

Lola's heart trembled, her face was initially burning.

Now, it turned red all at once.

When she finally regained her composure, Ethan slowly got up and straightened his clothes.

The shirt under his business vest had a slight wrinkle, and one cuff button was undone.