Wyatt Perry lay on the bed contentedly, watching Claudia Ross tie him up.
At such a time, he was still in the mood to joke, "Are you interested in playing S...M?"
"Don't you see I'm in distress? Stop joking around with me." Claudia Ross tied Wyatt Perry's hands and feet securely, then covered him with a blanket: "Go to sleep nicely, if you behave tonight, I'll reward you tomorrow."
"What will you reward me with?" Wyatt Perry asked, full of anticipation.
Claudia Ross asked, "What do you want?"
"You know," Wyatt Perry raised his eyebrows suggestively, and smiled slyly.
"Oh my God, can't you be serious?" Claudia Ross was speechless with exasperation. She was feeling so much pain, and yet Wyatt Perry was still in the mood for jokes.
"I am serious!" He put on a straight face, trying to look solemn.
"We'll talk about it if you behave, goodnight." Claudia Ross, like she was soothing a child, put her hand on Wyatt Perry's chest and gently patted him.
"Goodnight."