"So, tell me, how would you like me to stand up for you?"

Xie Jie chuckled with delight, lowered his head, gazed into Aghia's eyes, and then glanced at her fair yet faintly flushed neck. His voice grew even softer, displaying his increasing tenderness.

Clearly, he was very satisfied with her reaction.

"Well..."

Aghia leaned softly, twirling a red plum in her hand, as if thinking about something.

How to stand up for ...