"Wuu wuu... Nathan Moore... you bastard, don't allow..." Titus Zane struggled ceaselessly, his face dodging left and right, and his little fists kept pounding on Nathan Moore's body.
Nathan Moore actually stopped.
He propped up his body slightly, his gaze fixed on Titus Zane's face flushed red with anger, the corners of his lips hooked up with a trace of cold mockery.
"Don't allow? Is it not allowing me to kiss you?"
Nathan Moore drew out his voice, "Yes!" Titus Zane blurted out without thinking.
Nathan Moore's obsidian eyes tightened slightly, the emotions within masked by the action.
Suddenly, his lips curled up at a slant, he let out a cold sneer, raised his hand, and patted Titus Zane's cheek.
"Hah, you were pretty capable at the club, weren't you? What, now you're back home pretending to be a chaste and fierce lady?"
With that utterly merciless ridicule, Titus Zane realized that this was a settling of scores after the autumn.
