Thalina's brain short-circuited.
Her face burned so hot she was convinced she'd burst into flames. This cold-blooded beast—this shameless snake—had just squeezed her breasts like he was testing the ripeness of fruit!
What in the actual hell?!
She slapped his hands away so fast it was a miracle his fingers stayed attached. "What do you think you're doing?!"
Eyrx barely blinked, his expression as cold and detached as ever. "Measuring."
"Measuring what?!" She covered her chest like it would somehow undo what just happened. "You don't measure people by—by grabbing them!"
He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words. Then, in a slow, thoughtful tone, he asked—
"…Then how do you measure?"
Thalina choked.
She actually choked on air.
Oh, he was serious. He wasn't teasing. He wasn't joking. This snake-brained monster genuinely thought this was an acceptable way to measure someone!
Her hands clenched into fists.
