“Are you happy?" Maria nodded.

“Yes! I'm very happy."

“You're most welcome," Anthony added onto her back.

"What would you Like for dinner?" were the words that Anthony traced on Maria's back with his finger.

“There's meat and vegetables in the fridge. Let me cook," Maria replied.

"Can I tell you what I want?" Anthony continued.

Maria nodded in response.

Anthony's finger began to move on Maria's back again, tracing out his long list of orders.

“Wait!"

Maria screamed suddenly and jumped away, keeping a distance from Anthony.

Hiding behind the edge of the sofa, she stared at him with a red face.

“What's wrong?" Anthony asked her innocently with his hand still hovering in the air.

“Just tell me what you want out Loud. No more... No more writing." Maria was overcome with embarrassment and annoyance all of a sudden, but looking at Anthony's face, she didn't want to lose her temper.

Sitting there awkwardly with her arms wrapped around herself, she looked strange.

“Tell me. What was the Last one again?" she asked with wide eyes, Like a cat that had its tail trampled over.

“Beef stew." After answering, Anthony asked seriously, “Are you okay?"

“I'm fine!"

Maria's voice came out in a high-pitched squeak. After saying these words, she suddenly stood up, hurried into the nearest room, and closed the door behind her.

While tracing those words on her back just now, Anthony had somehow unhooked her bra.

But he hadn't meant to do it.