She rubbed her stomach, portraying innocence with pouted lips.
He threw his glance at the plate where he just left meat for her, only to find she emptied it, leaving no trace.
Shock dragged him to confirm it again by giving him a closer look. However, his aroused cock forced him to sit back. He then switched his gaze back to Abby, who was informing him pitifully, "I haven't had lunch today."
Steven exhaled moderately.
"Let's go out," Steven said.
"Okay!" Abby exclaimed.
At the less busy restaurant, Steven ordered her food.
Listening to him order many dishes, Abby's fear tugged out, "Who is going to pay for those?"
"You!" Steven firmed.
Abby ran and sat next to him, holding his hand tightly.
"What are you doing?" Fear and confusion swayed his voice.
She took out a cuff from her shorts pocket and cuffed his wrist together with hers as Steven was drenched in conflict, not knowing what to do.
"Where did you bring this from?" Asked Steven.