"Don't tell me you want me to look at you," Grace said grumpily.
"What's wrong with looking at me?" Heinz asked, not missing a beat.
Grace felt really helpless.
"Hurry up and put on your pants," Grace urged him. "Don't talk when your clothes are still so dishevelled."
However, Heinz was not in a hurry. Instead, he leaned close to Grace's ear and the breath from his mouth was hot enough to make her blush.
Grace froze in place. She did not dare to move.
Instead of moving away, Heinz requested, "Put them on for me."
"Heinz," Grace whispered loudly.
"Help me put them on. Be good!" He said softly.
Grace did not move. Conflict was scribbled all over her face.
"What's there to be nervous about?" Heinz couldn't help but laugh as he looked at her. She looked as if her head was on the chopping board.
Every time Grace was in a flustered or nervous state, it heightened Heinz's interest.
He couldn't help teasing Grace.