บท 48: Morris Jackson praised her for being well-behaved.

Lyra wanted to say how innocent she was, but as soon as she met Morris' eyes, she knew she was wrong, she wasn't innocent.

"I..." She was extremely embarrassed, hanging her head, unable to look directly at him: "Then I'll just cover it for you."

"How would you cover it?" Morris asked seriously.

Lyra's expression froze.

Her inner voice was frantically condeming.

How could he ask her with such a serious and stern tone how to block that embarrassing spot!

She knew that men's reactions in the morning are normal, and maybe it wasn't even her fault, but Morris' words "she provoked the fire" were like a final judgment for her.

There was no room for explanation.

"Just..." She tugged at the hem of her own clothes: "Cover it with clothes?"

"Lyra." Morris smiled and called her name, his eyes filled with soft, gentle light, "why are you so obedient."