She instinctively wrapped her arms around his, "What's wrong with you!?"
"Nothing..." Fierce Eagle stopped in front of the door, pulled down her hands with a slight smile, "Go back and rest..."
Amily's face turned pale as she watched the man remove her hand and then turn to open the door and enter the room.
"I don't want to!" she shouted, then followed him into the room.
Amily was bold; once inside, she embraced the man's waist and started to unbutton his shirt. Fierce Eagle furrowed his brows and, with a sudden grip, caught her hand and pulled her from behind to in front of him.
"Amily, go back and rest, I'm really not in the mood today." He truly had no desire to continue talking with her, not even a single word!
"Do you really not like women?" Amily asked, gripping the collar of his shirt with furrowed brows, her eyes welling up with tears.
