At 10 a.m., Lorenzo was knocking loudly on the door.

"Priscilla James, you still sleeping?!"

I opened the door and clicked my tongue. He was dressed.

Maybe my gaze was too direct, but Lorenzo seemed to understand. His cheeks flushed red, I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.

"Priscilla, look at what you've done!"

His voice was shaky, clearly angry. I couldn’t help but wonder, if I hadn’t accidentally brought the remote control with me, would he still be this mad?

"I didn’t do anything. I didn’t drug you. Otherwise, I’d have to do something, right?"

I was very sincere, but the amusement in my eyes was hard to hide.

Lorenzo’s face twitched twice, and he continued with more threats.

"Priscilla, I’m warning you! Don’t get any funny ideas."

I nodded seriously. "Got it, next time I’ll lock you up again."

...

"But, just to be clear, you can’t hit me."

Lorenzo’s eyes widened. "Hit you??"

He nervously unbuttoned a shirt cuff, revealing a swollen neck with three faint scratch marks.

I, "..."

No wonder something felt off; the height difference was too much, so I didn’t hit his face.