When South Grant was pressing down on Nathan Foster, she dared not relax, but it wasn't that easy to hurt Nathan either.
This was because South Grant was sitting in a rather particular position.
Nathan Foster was at the age when emotions ran high, and with South Grant sitting on him like this...
In such a situation as this...
By the time South Grant realized it, her eyes widened.
"Beast!"
The anger in South Grant's eyes was so obvious, completely different from her usual bantering when she called Nathan a beast.
In retrospect, when South Grant called him a beast before, it almost seemed flirtatious, starkly different from now.
Nathan Foster, hearing her call him a beast, raised an eyebrow and looked South Grant up and down, saying casually:
"The beast now isn't me."
Now it was South Grant pressing down on him, sitting on top of him, holding Nathan Foster firmly, as if South Grant was the one forcing Nathan.
If anyone was to be called a beast, it wasn't Nathan Foster.
