"Samuel Johnson!!" Because she yelled too much last night, her throat was still a bit hoarse, and although her voice was very furious, it sounded less intimidating, "What are you doing?!!"
The man lying on her stomach lifted his head, casting her a slightly resentful glance.
When Amanda Smith saw the side of his face, she let out a bewildered sound.
"What happened to your face?"
"You slapped me."
Amanda was taken aback, giving him a puzzled look, no wonder she woke up feeling a burning sensation in her palm.
She glanced over her body and saw it was covered in bite marks, she was on the verge of going crazy.
"...Are you a dog or something? Look at the mess you've made!!"
"Isn't it pretty?"
Amanda kicked him, "Pretty my big-headed ghost!"
She accidentally strained the muscles in her back; just as Amanda lifted her foot, it fell back down, she let out a "Ouch" and rolled back onto the bed.
Her back... so painful...
Her legs... so sore...
