You Make Me Sick

Callan Handerson fiddled with the file pocket with his slender fingers and pretended to ask casually, "What do you mean?" "Hmm?" Savannah Lea widened her eyes in disbelief and said in surprise, "No way? The black words on the white paper are so clear. Don't you understand? Why did you ask me what I meant?" "Since things have come to this, is it necessary to play this trick? It's good for both of us to end this abnormal relationship early, isn't it?" "Hiss!" Callan raised his thin lips and looked at Savannah with a smile. Without saying a word, he took out the GIVENCHY lighter from his pocket and pressed it. Blue flames came out in clusters. Savannah looked at him in shock. He moved the file pocket to the bottom of the flame and soon it was ablaze. "You!" Savannah was anxious and reached out to grab the file pocket. But Callan moved very fast. He was tall and his hand was long. He raised his long arm so that the file pocket was burning fiercely in the air. "What are you doing?" Savannah