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"Leg off, leg off. I'm dying, I'm..." Yves King's face turned somewhat red, all of a sudden, he stopped screaming, his eyes affixed to the side view.
Even as experienced as Yves King, at this moment, he held his breath, not willing to look away. His breathing became a bit rapid.
Baby Cade was quite enjoying his miserable appearance, feeling satisfying inside, relief from resentments. However, she also knew her limits. She was prepared to let him cry a little more to vent her anger and then she would let him go. But unexpectedly, his screams stopped abruptly.
She was startled and unintentionally loosened her leg that was wrapped around him. Upon taking a good look, she almost lost her temper. She saw Yves King, staring at her without batting an eye.
"Do I look good?"
"You do." Yves King replied instinctively, but then became alert and turned around to chuckle awkwardly: "Well, eh...I misspoke, it was just a slip of the tongue."