Sophie Sullivan was nearly suffocating and had to push against his chest.
The man released her, but still controlled her, domineeringly holding the back of her head with one hand, pressing her head against his hard chest.
Sophie Sullivan panted slightly, swinging her rosy fists and punching his chest twice, "If I die, will you still be able to live?"
Lucifer wouldn't let him go.
Clearly, Thomas Shannon misunderstood her meaning, thinking she had long held him in her grasp, only to grind his teeth in anger, his jaw tight, "Your heart is as clear as a mirror, so, for me to live, you must not die."
Sophie Sullivan snorted, and Thomas Shannon pinched her cheek with one hand, "What, you're not convinced?"
"Isn't that obvious?" She felt a pain in her face and complained irritably, "Ouch, it hurts so much..."
"Then let it hurt you to death!" The man said viciously.
In his eyes, frustration and unwillingness intertwined.
How could he not be unsatisfied?
