"Is it good to rough up a delicate woman like this?!" Lily Turner looked down at the hand gripping her arm. Her delicate little arm couldn't withstand his strength, though he wasn't actually using much force. Her exaggerated performance was just to gain his sympathy.
Seeing Lily Turner's pitiful little look, Easton Holmes knew she was faking it, but he still loosened his grip, though his words showed no mercy, "With your small frame, do I even need to rough you up?"
He looked her up and down, with a frame like hers, he could floor her in no time.
"Weren't you roughing me up just now?"
Lily glanced at the hand still gripping her arm, and then, defiantly, looked up at the owner of the hand. "If you don't need to rough me up, then please let me go."
That hand wouldn't let go, and she was constantly worried her arm might get hurt.
