"..."
Damian's face went through several expressions in rapid succession – confusion, realization, indignation, and finally exasperated amusement.
His hands shot out, grabbing her face again and pinching both cheeks simultaneously, pulling them outward with more force than before.
"I never knew you had such dirty thoughts in your mind, stupid girl! Have you been reading too many of those trashy romance novels from the old world archives?!"
"Ow! Ow! Boss, stop!"
Lysa's protests emerged muffled through stretched cheeks, tears forming in her eyes again, her hands trying desperately to pry his fingers away.
"Don't make it a habit of doing this!"
Damian finally released her, watching with satisfaction as she rubbed her reddened cheeks and glared at him with watery eyes.
Then he sighed, his voice becoming more serious.
