Harrison Lucas felt like he had been struck by a spell, frozen stiff in Ben Lucas's embrace, not daring to move.
Her mind was racing, instantly coming up with several countermeasures.
For instance, she wasn't Harrison Lucas; she was someone else wearing Harrison Lucas's skin!
Or, she had amnesia and remembered nothing, uh... where is this?
Or, if the young master opened his eyes, she would cover his head with the blanket, pick up the lamp by the bed, and smash it on the young master's head to knock him out.
Countless thoughts flashed through Harrison Lucas's little head, yet her body remained awkwardly stiff, allowing Ben Lucas to hold her in a fiery embrace without daring to move.
The next few seconds felt like an entire century.
Harrison Lucas didn't even dare breathe deeply, almost holding her breath as she awaited the young master's next move.
