Touched Monna's chin and continued to observe from the corner of his lowered gaze. Belhart resisted the urge to directly touch those thin, seductive lips.
Traced every corner of Monna's lips and immersed in his own wild imagination.
Monna gently pushed Belhart's hand away. Then spontaneously said.
"I hate you, Belhart!"
Managed to make Monna call his name out loud. Was this kind of hate calling that Belhart wanted?
Frowned, when the reality was always different from his personal desires.
Belhart, who felt his heart hurt, did not sharpen his eyes.
But still being gentle and accepted all of the hatred with an open heart.
"I understand. Because I know. I'm a bastard and an asshole who enjoys toying with women."
Lost her temper as those words stabbed her. Monna groaned in annoyance.
"Stop following my word! And stop teasing me subtly!"
Realized that Belhart must've been deliberately provoked her emotions.
