Chapter Twelve: Wicked Words:

It’s a game of tug-of-war. Jiao turned around to Roka. “I don’t get you.”

He gave her a child-like look. “Why do you say that?”

She gritted her teeth at him. “You… You!” Her own tongue refused to let her say it. Jiao flopped back in the chair and groaned. “You are just exhausting!”

“And why is that?” he asked. Her eyes trailed over to him.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She puffed up her cheeks at him. “You are crazy.”

“Why would you say that?”

Jiao leaned forward, frowning. “You are like a little puppy. You follow me around and you try to make me happy.”

“Because I love you,” Roka said.

“But why?”

The former priest shrugged his shoulders. “I just do.”

“But why?” Jiao repeated. He shrugged again. She lowered her head in hand.

“This is why I can’t deal with you at times,” the sexy demon said. Roka knelt down in front of her. He rested his hand on her cheek.

“Does that matter?” he asked.

“Huh?” she asked. Roka gave her that cheering smile that she both loved and hated.

“I don’t really care about the reasons,” he told her. “I just want to be around you every moving second.” Jiao didn’t know whether to scream or kiss him. Before she could say a single word, the former priest leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Jiao’s heart did little flips in her chest as she grabbed onto his arms.

He’s gained back control again. She kept losing more each day and didn’t know how to take it back. Roka pulled on down on the floor on top of him. Jiao now only had two options to deal with it—push him away or accept defeat. She found that she didn’t have the heart to do the former anymore. The sexy demon dropped her shoulders as she accepted his love again. This didn’t mean that she was ready to openly accept him just yet.