Aaron checked out the man. He didn't look like a man from a group of thugs or trained. His actions and reflexes meant he wasn't used to fighting. At most, the man looked like a paparazzi or a naive man who was doing a job for money.
Aaron felt a poke on his arm, then slender cold fingers wrapped around his wrist and moved his hand back and forth. Then she smiled awkwardly.
'Why do men rely on physical violence?' Aarvi thought.
Being beaten black and blue three years ago, violence hardly comes to her dictionary, unless she had no choice. She knew well how it feels to be in unbearable pain.
Aaron heard her murmur, "I won't offend you." Compared to that man, her arms looked so slim. Breaking her arms or dislocating them would be so easy. The thought gave her goosebumps.
Aaron: "..." His hand itched to pull her ear.
