Chapter 1204 - 1206: Not Fennie... You’re Not My Fennie

Too much tossing around.

If they kept deadlocking like this, the only one getting worn out would be her; after all, he was already drunk and wouldn’t get tired.

Sophie Sullivan perfunctorily cupped his handsome face, quickly pecked him on the face, and said, "Alright, Fennie has kissed you."

"Not here, here." Thomas Shannon grabbed her hand and tapped his own thin lips.

"Thomas Shannon, can you stop pushing your luck?"

Thomas Shannon wobbled to his feet and was about to collapse on the bed, mumbling, "Not Fennie... you’re not my Fennie..."

"Thomas Shannon..."

Sophie Sullivan was really defeated by him; all her temper vanished. She rushed over again and hugged him tightly.

"Okay, I’m Fennie, I’m your Fennie."

Sophie Sullivan held him and with difficulty turned him around, then rose on her tiptoes and kissed his thin lips.

Thomas Shannon wanted to go on, but Sophie Sullivan glared him back. "Still want more, do you?"

Thomas Shannon nodded honestly, his gaze fixed on her lips.

Sophie Sullivan patted his handsome face. "If you still want more, go take a bath first. Once you’re all washed up and clean, then we can play, okay?"

Thomas Shannon dazedly thought for a while before finally nodding.

"Come on, let’s go take a bath."

"Mm." Thomas Shannon nodded heavily.

He was rarely this obedient, and Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help lifting her hand to touch his head. "Good boy, Elder Sister will give you sugar."

Thomas Shannon even cooperatively lowered his head to let her pat his head.

That had Sophie Sullivan laughing so hard she was practically doubled over, while Thomas Shannon’s gaze shone brightly as he stared at her. "Fennie, let’s take a bath together."

"No, you bathe by yourself."

"Together." Thomas Shannon stubbornly grabbed her tiny hands and gave them a little shake.

It actually felt like he was acting spoiled.

Sophie Sullivan was struck dumb by the shock, and immediately found herself growing fond of this contrast.

"Call me fairy once and I’ll bathe with you."

Thomas Shannon tilted his head slightly, thin lips hooking into a pure and innocent curve. "Fairy."

Sophie Sullivan held it in for a few seconds before she couldn’t stop herself from laughing out loud. She reached out, cupped Thomas Shannon’s face, and rubbed it twice. "Good boy, the fairy will bathe with you."

Once they got into the bath chamber, they finally managed to finish the bath.

Sophie Sullivan never expected that even drunk, a man—no matter how fuzzy or adorably silly he became after drinking—at his core was still a man.

Pinned against the wall by Thomas Shannon and forcefully taken once, Sophie Sullivan coaxed and tricked him into finally bringing Thomas Shannon out of the bath chamber.

This night, Thomas Shannon slept particularly restlessly—one moment he wanted water, the next he wanted a hug, then he wanted a kiss.

He tormented Sophie Sullivan to no end; Sophie Sullivan was already too worn out by him to have any temper left.

She endured without complaint, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Utterly exhausted, Sophie Sullivan glanced at the man next to her who had finally quieted down, then closed her eyes and sank into a deep sleep.

...

The next day, sunshine poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering golden shards all over the floor.

Sophie woke, she moved her body, and the man next nodded to her gave a muffled groan and gradually opened his eyes as well.

Sophie Sullivan shifted uncomfortably. "Thomas Shannon, let go of me, my arm’s numb..."

He had pressed on her for one night; her body couldn’t move at all, and her entire arm and legs were already numb.

Thomas Shannon closed his eyes briefly and then released her. Sophie Sullivan sat up, rubbing her own arm, her brows knitting in pain.

Thomas Shannon rubbed his throbbing head, his voice hoarse. "last night..."

"Nothing happened last night." Sophie Sullivan quickly cut him off.

If he found out what had happened last night, how could she possibly live it down?