"Mason, why don't I know what you're talking about?" Christine leaned against the doorframe, tilting her head and smiling.
Mason Jones's face darkened, and he knew Christine was not that nice, and must be thinking of ways to screw him up.
"Christine, just give it a shot!"
A stab at the head and a retraction, but Mason could not even deny that he did have a good time teaching Christine some lessons these past few times!
Christine saw the resolute look in his eyes, and then she looked ahead and behind her, like an underground spy.
She beckoned to Mason with a small hand, and her lips curved in a demonic awakening.
Mason gawked, feeling the look in Christine's eyes as if she was trying to kill him, and then bent over, listening to what she had to say.
After a few minutes, Mason's face turned a multicolored one, and finally darkened like a spilled inkstone.
By the time Christine had finished, Mason's face was so hideous that he couldn't look Christine in the eye.