"Who has a pervy mind?" Yanee hissed as she glared at him.
"What? Does this mean you don't like my body?" Tohru James asked worriedly as he stood up straight.
Yanee had a good view of his naked upper torso and his long, long legs— and that big bulk in the middle that would give her nosebleed if she glanced at it again.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," Yanee harrumphed as she quickly placed the ceramic cup back on the rock and then ran away back into her room.
Tohru James' laughter rang before she slid back the screen door shut and she ran towards the bed.
"Stupid potato," she murmured, but she was not really angry.
In fact, she was red on the face and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. She had umeshu but Yanee's tolerance was ten shots of tequila so this was nothing. She glanced at her phone and realized it was already three in the morning.