Sonia and Martin walked into the house one after the other.
I opened my tired eyes and caught a glimpse of Sonia's black stockings, marked with scratch lines, while Martin looked down at me with a smug expression.
"Usher, sorry to interrupt your romantic evening," Martin said with a smirk. "We brought a few friends over to have some fun. They were teasing me to hug Sonia, and I accidentally snagged her stockings with my nails. Don't get the wrong idea!"
I shot Martin a cold glance and turned my attention to Sonia. "Didn't you say he was having a depressive episode? How come he's still messing around with your stockings?"
"What do you mean, Usher? Are you insulting me? I never realized you had such a twisted mind!"
Sonia glared at me, her eyes wide with anger.
I chuckled lightly. "I didn't mean anything by it. Just remember to have Martin buy you better-quality stockings next time. If I recall correctly, you weren't even wearing any when you left home, right?"
Under the warm light, Sonia's face went pale. She opened her mouth but couldn't find the words.
She probably didn't expect me to be so sarcastic.