“Easy, Princess.” Kyle scolds in a loveable kind of way. “You can’t keep walking in the fast pace you’re used to.” “Whose fault is it that I’m bloated?” She pokes him. “Mine?” “Exactly. So stop nagging.” His eyes gleam with mischievousness. “No.” She glares at him playfully, then shakes her head. “You’re hopeless.” “For you? Fuck right, I am, Princess.”
Get a room
