On my head, a hand grasps a strand of hair."Ah!" I squeaked because it hurt! Turning around, I bit my lips before shouting. "Get off your hands!"
"No. I don’t want to, "he said playfully. We are still in that kind of position. Him, grasping my hair, while I tried to remove his hand from it. "I’ll count one," I said in fiery eyes, looking at the veins on his arm.
"Two," he counted, too.
"Three," I said in a warning voice.
Instead of getting off his hand, he asked again. "What are you doing here?"
"Uhh…" I whispered and looked away. "No, I don’t want to," mimicking his voice earlier.
"You won’t tell me, huh?" I saw him licking his lower lip. He must be pissed because of me. "Ah! Help me! Help me! " I shouted at the top of my lungs when he suddenly pulled his hand on my hair and carri
