Unable to continue looking, Bertha rolled up her sleeves and brought her small, white, slender arm to Shane's mouth.

“Shane, stop trying to endure it, bite me. Let me hurt with you.”

Shane pursed his lips, firmly not agreeing, he just held her sweating palm, their ten fingers interlaced.

Liam squatted down, he immediately rolled up his sleeve and gave it to Shane: “Boss, you bite me, I'm not afraid of pain.”

Shane buried his face in Bertha's chest, he also ...