Olivia played with Sam's ear for quite some time, and it got red beyond belief with time.
However, she was having the time of her life, playing with his ears, as her eyes shone like diamonds. Sam couldn't take it anymore and pulled her hands away and mumbled, "Alright, that's enough."
Olivia pouted, displeased. "What? You're the one who said you wanted to give us a try. I'm merely playing with your ears, and you already can't stand it?"
Sam coughed lightly and said, "We are outside, after all. You can continue after we go back home."
"I was just rubbing your ears, not making out. What's there to be ashamed of?" With that said, Olivia glanced around. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Besides, it's late. Who would look at you? Relax."
After that, she withdrew her hand and wanted to rub Sam's beet red ears again.
He'd never see the end of this.
Seeing she was going for his ears again, Sam simply carried her in his arms and strode into the building before Olivia could react.
"Ah! What are you doing? Put me down. I'm not done touching."
"Shut up."
Sam reprimanded her with an embarrassed face. "Do you want the whole building to hear your voice?"
Also, did she realize what she had said? She hadn't done touching?! With such a loud voice, was she afraid people wouldn't think otherwise?
Olivia hadn't thought that far, but seeing Sam's scarlet face coupled with his reminder, she finally realized what she had said.
"I'm a chaste girl. I merely wanted to touch your ears. If whoever heard it got their minds in the gutter, I can't do anything about it."
Nevertheless, Olivia didn't make any more noise. After entering the elevator, she patted Sam's arm, "Put me down. I can stand on my own."
Sam was afraid she'd continue to play with his ears if he put her down, so he didn't do as she said until they reached his home and he needed to open the door.
The two of them entered the house.
Seeing the familiar furniture, Olivia felt very much at home. She ditched Sam and ran to her sofa to
lie down.
"Nothing beats my sofa. The one at Tiana's was so hard, even sitting on it feels uncomfortable."
Sam took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack on the side. When he saw how comfortable Oliva was on the sofa, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
Before Olivia came back, he thought his home felt inexplicably empty despite it being filled with her belongings.
Now that Olivia was lying there, Sam finally realized she was the reason he felt so.
Perhaps, imperceptibly, he had gradually gotten used to having her in his life.
As the thought crossed his mind, Sam pursed his lips, touched his somewhat painful ear, and couldn't help sighing.
If she was going to make a habit of playing with his ears, he'd had to make a pact with her.
Otherwise, his ears would fall off with time.
On the sofa, seeing Sam was about to go to the bathroom, Olivia ordered, "I'm thirsty. Get me some water."
Sam stopped in his tracks and asked, "What did you say?" "I said I'm thirsty. Get me some water."
Sam furrowed his brows slightly, puzzled, "Isn't it in the kitchen?"
"I know." Olivia nodded, sat up, and blinked her eyes innocently, "But you're my boyfriend now, and it's your duty to take care of your girlfriend. So if I said I'm thirsty, you have to get it for me."
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