Felicia could no longer hold back and finally kicked him. "Hey, bastard! What else are you trying to do?"
Stephan's face was still as stunningly handsome as ever, and the look on his face, brimming with passion, was irresistibly sexy. He stared at her intensely. The corners of his eyes were flushed red, making him look like a devil.
Felicia's breath hitched, her heartbeat quickening.
Stephan chuckled lightly, effortlessly grabbing her ankle. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his arms. "I'm just repeating what I did to you in the dream."
Felicia was enraged. Did he really think she had no temper at all?
Without thinking, she pressed him down, taking control of the situation.
She loomed above him with her chin slightly raised, looking down with an air of superiority and provocation.
She was cunning, lively, domineering, and adorable all at once.
Stephan suppressed his laughter as he lay down with an expression that seemed to say he would let her do whatever she pleased without resistance.
But Felicia, in a moment of petty revenge, purposely dragged it out. She took her time, sipping some water from a nearby cup and then tying her hair up slowly. Everything was done in slow motion.
"Hmph! Let's see how long you can hold on!" she thought.
Felicia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Usually, it was she who was being tormented. But today, the tables had turned, and it was her turn to be in control.
She planned to take full advantage of this opportunity for some payback!
After tying her hair, Felicia lazily poured herself another glass of water. In that brief moment, she stole a glance at Stephan.
He was really patient, still lying there and looking completely relaxed as if he was just waiting for her to make her move.
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