"Ah!"
"Little Ellin, what are you... what are you doing?"
When Ellin suddenly scooped her up in a bridal carry, Lisa let out a startled cry.
A wicked smile curled Ellin's lips. "Didn't you say you wanted to feel safe, Lisa? I think holding you like this will make you feel even safer."
"What's wrong, Lisa? Don't you like it?"
"Or was your fear of heights actually a lie, and you don't need me to hold you at all?"
Ellin narrowed her eyes, a teasing look on her face.
"Well..."
Lisa pressed her lips together, suddenly at a loss for words.
With just a few sentences, Ellin had cut off every avenue of escape.
You said you were afraid of heights and wanted me to hold you. Now I'm holding you, and you're unhappy about it? What's that supposed to mean?
Lisa knew that if she refused Ellin's bridal carry now, it would be as good as admitting she had lied. Ellin would surely look down on her.
So, no matter how unwilling she was, she could only grit her teeth and endure it. After all... she had dug this hole herself, and now she had no choice but to jump in.
But Ellin's tricks didn't end there.
After realizing Lisa had been teasing her, Ellin had flown into a rage and sworn to tease her right back.
So she lifted Lisa's head slightly, then swiftly leaned down...
"Ah! Ellin, what are you doing now?"
Lisa's eyes widened!
Now that Ellin had leaned down, the tips of their noses were less than a centimeter apart!
At such close range, Lisa could clearly feel Ellin's warm breath brushing her face.
Ellin's long white hair slipped over her shoulder and fell beside Lisa's ear. Lisa could even smell its fragrance.
"Ellin... what...