Chapter 1215 Wild Imaginations

She glared at Quentin as if he had offended her. “Okay, it’s my fault. Shall I help you to rub it?” He reached over to her only to have her smack his hand away. “How are you going to rub it when it’s my face that hurts?” “Who says I can’t rub your face?” “Why don’t you tell me how you are going to do it?” Iris felt a tug at her waist and before she knew it, her world spun. She was flipped onto the bed and Quentin was now hovering above her. The time between them stood still for a few seconds. Iris held her breath when she realized how compromised she looked under him. She could feel the silhouette of his body against hers. Therefore, she dared not make a move. She laid under him blankly as if waiting for the puppet master’s control over her body. “Earth to Iris,” Quentin said softly, his hands pinching her fair cheeks. “Didn’t you say that your face is in pain? Let me check for you.” Iris was speechless. Over the next few moments, Quentin was having a blast playing with her fa