Chapter 655 Ending Our Friendship

• That night, I did not talk for quite a long time after returning home. It was not that I did not want to, it was just that my voice was hoarse after using it for too much. Lying on the bed, I punched at the pillow. Do I have a death wish or something? Why did I provoke Christopher when I knew how great his stamina is?
• The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt, and I flung a pillow toward the door. To my surprise, Christopher just happened to come inside. Catching the pillow, he grinned and said, “Master, are you not satisfied with my performance just now? If that's the case, I don't mind going for another round.”
• D*mn it! Just when I wanted to retort, my throat started throbbing. “What a jerk.” After mustering my energy to get the few words out, I burrowed into the blanket and even covered my head. Although I tried to pretend that I did not hear anything, I could not help but peek through the slit in the blanket.