[Yuna Burgert's perspective.]
I sat on the bed.
God, what did that b*stard just do? ! Although he had been gone for a long time, his domineering breath seemed to linger around me, and his smell lingered between my lips and teeth. It was the smell of expensive cigars, nicotine mixed with grass, soil, and a hint of cream. It was incredible that such a man's kiss had a sweet taste.
My thoughts ran wild, and I simply buried myself in the pillow, trying to calm my breath.
It was my first kiss, and he had taken it away so easily.
This b*stard!
While I was still in a daze, the door was opened again, and I stared at the door with some vigilance, wondering if the man had returned. However, it was not Andrew. It was the person who had spoken to Andrew just now. There were many people following behind him. A bad premonition arose in my heart,
"Miss Yuna," said the man, "I'm Glen, King's subordinate. We've met before."