This was a threat, right?
I looked at him in exasperation.
Theo smiled, then got up and pulled me up from the sofa. "Lay on the bed."
I shook off his hand. "I want to watch television."
Theo put his mouth next to my ear and spoke in a hoarse voice, "We're going back tomorrow. Don't you want to go out and take a look around?"
"No!" I decisively refused.
Having just returned to the hotel and feeling how cold it was outside, I did not want to go out for a walk. Although I knew that he was doing it out of good intentions, I honestly did not want to go for a walk.
Seeing how languorous I was, he simply let me be and went to finish his work on his laptop. I found a book and because my back and waist were sore, I lay down o n the bed and read my book. However, perhaps because I was in the cold for too long, my waist still felt terribly sore. I rubbed it with the back of my hand, but with my hand strapped around my waist, it was hard to move around. It was quite funny to look at.
Theo saw this and got up to walk over. "Is your waist sore?"
I nodded. "My back and waist are sore and painful."
He raised his hand and rubbed beneath my shoulder blades, asking, "Here?"
I furrowed my brows. "A little toward the center."
He had probably never rubbed a person's waist before, hence he had poor control over his strength. He ended up hurting me instead.
I sighed, then turned around and glared at him, asking, "Am I a ball of dough to you?"
He burst out laughing. "Did that hurt?"
I glared furiously at him. "What do you think?"
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