Lilac Serval's mind went blank, with only the recitation of a verse lingering in her ears.
A few seconds later, she averted her gaze indifferently.
"What's so interesting about the tower that you dragged me here in the middle of the night just to see it, Brother McIntosh? You're truly boring," Lilac rested her head on her hand, her eyes devoid of interest, "I'm not interested in this at all."
"But you've always been curious," Charles McIntosh responded.
"Really? I don't remember."
"Little Lilac, do you want to get out of the car? I can take you for a walk."
With that, his hand moved to her seat belt.
Lilac brushed off his hand, her face cold: "I told you, what's so interesting about the tower? I'm not interested, could you stop annoying me? It's the middle of the night, you may not be tired but I want to sleep."
Charles's face fell momentarily.
He did not balk, he restrained her hands with his right hand, leaned over, and unbuckled her seatbelt for her.
