CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160: DON’T BITE YOURSELF, DO YOU HEAR ME?!

Sophie, maliciously intending to annoy him, turned and straddled him.

Her soft body pressed against his chest, her slender lotus-like arms wrapped around his neck, shaking him vigorously.

"Young Master, what did you say? I didn’t hear clearly."

"..."

"Can you say it again?"

"..."

"Thomas Shannon, don’t be so stingy."

The man’s expression turned gloomy. He suddenly opened his eyes, squeezing out words through clenched teeth, "You... little... lunatic!"

She deserved to be taught a lesson, didn’t she?

He told her to be quiet, but she just had to go against him?

Sophie blinked innocently, her expression seeming to ask, What did I do wrong? Why are you so angry?

Thomas raised his hand and slapped her pert bottom. "Trying to start a fire this early in the morning?"

Sophie’s body stiffened. Was it possible that he misunderstood something?

Before she could move away from him, Thomas had already turned over, pinning her down.

He mischievously kneaded her softness with one hand. The corner of his mouth hooked slightly, his eyes filled with aggression and possessiveness. "It seems that last night didn’t satisfy you."

He wickedly rubbed against her, and Sophie’s face turned pale...

The pain in her lower abdomen deprived her of all her ability to fight back.

"It hurts..."

Thomas kneaded her, his voice nasty, "Don’t pretend, I haven’t even done anything yet!"

Usually appearing strong and unrestrained, but in bed, she was just a delicate girl.

So delicate!

One touch, and she cried out in pain.

Using a little force, and she cried out in pain.

Going a little faster, and her cries of pain became relentless.

Her body had made no progress at all.

In just a short time, the color had drained from her face, leaving her pale.

Thin cold sweat broke out on her smooth, full forehead as she closed her eyes in agony, her eyebrows knitted tightly.

Soft whimpers constantly slipped from between her lips.

Thomas cradled her face with one hand, gently patting it. "What’s wrong?"

"It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" Thomas got up from her, sat up, helped her sit up, and leaned her against his embrace.

Just this movement alone made Sophie gasp sharply in pain.

"Thomas Shannon, you bastard!"

"Still have the energy to curse? Looks like the pain is gone." Thomas smiled coldly, about to put her down.

Sophie tightly grasped his fingers. Leaning her head against his chest, she pulled his warm hand to rest on her lower abdomen.

Thomas looked puzzled. Sophie weakly told him, "It hurts here..."

"..."

"I have my period."

"..."

So what? What was he supposed to do?

Sophie slightly opened her eyes and let go of his hand. "I have my period. Your bedsheets are in trouble."

"What do you want me to do?"

Sophie, in pain, tightly clutched her lower abdomen. Her body slid down his chest, and she gradually collapsed onto the bed, rolling in agony.

"What do you want me to do?" Thomas gripped her hand, his face showing a rare anxiety.

"Medicine, give me some painkillers..."

Thomas pressed the intercom, asking the doctor in the medical office to come over immediately.

After hanging up the phone, he saw it, just as he’d expected: a dark stain on the black bedsheet.

Her sleep gown was soaked with a smear of blood.

Thomas gripped her chin with one hand, growling, "Don’t bite yourself, do you hear me!"

"It hurts... It hurts so much..."

Sharp, intense pain in her lower abdomen tormented her, wave after wave.

Sophie’s face was ghastly pale, her back already damp with cold sweat.

Thomas freed her lips, which she had bitten almost raw, from her clenched teeth.