A flash of surprise flickered in Alexander Summer's eyes.
"Why did you suddenly bring her up?"
"I can't sleep, just chatting casually." Purple Summers replied nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this, Alexander chuckled with a slight hint of evil energy, "Can't sleep? We can do something else..."
"Can't you be more serious?" Purple reached to pinch his waist under the blanket, gnashing her teeth: "I really want to put your head under Niagara Falls to wash away all the filthy things inside!"
She was still sick and had little strength in her hands; pinching Alexander's waist was nothing more than tickling him.
Alexander laughed and held her hand, deliberately moving it lower: "The position is not quite right; it should be a little lower."
Purple Summers withdrew her hand in shock, her ears burning red.
So bad! How could he be so bad!
Purple Summers lost interest in probing further, turned her back on Alexander, and ignored him.