Maxwell Peary always had a way to KO Nia Mitchell with one sentence.
"Uncle, please don't scare me!"
Nia Mitchell's wails echoed. Maxwell Peary touched his forehead; he felt like a villain who had abducted a young maiden.
Ears pricked for any sound outside the door, Nia Mitchell, fearing that the unrestrained man might actually burst in, quickly rinsed off and walked out wrapped in a bath towel.
CLICK!
Maxwell Peary staggered. The door he was leaning on had suddenly been opened from the inside. The sight that met his eyes was a breathtaking vision of a beauty fresh from her bath.
"Uncle Peary, you can take your shower now. I'm done."
Nia Mitchell walked past Maxwell Peary, sighing inwardly with relief. Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, someone scooped her up from behind by the waist.
"AH!"
