Sheryl's eyes widened in fear, her entire body gripped with terror. Her breaths came in heavy, labored gasps, and sweat trickled down her forehead. Slowly, she turned her gaze towards the boy, her eyes widening even further in shock as she recognized him—it was Hamlyn, smiling at her. He gently removed his hand from her mouth and burst into laughter, the sound echoing loudly in the tense atmosphere.
Sheryl let out a sigh of relief, steadying her breath before angrily pushing Hamlyn away, who couldn't contain his laughter.
"Hamlyn, are you out of your mind?" she snapped, her voice tinged with anger as Hamlyn continued to laugh.
"I was so scared! I thought I was going to faint," she exclaimed, her frustration evident.
Hamlyn stifled his laughter, maintaining a gentle smile as he approached Sheryl. He reached out, placing his arm around her waist and gently pinning her against the tree, and placed his forehead on her shoulder.