The man was hesitant.
Even he himself was unclear about why.
While she was right before his eyes, she always gave an unfathomable feeling.
Arnold Simmons closed his eyes, an agile silver lighter flipping between his fingertips.
A light click.
The orange flame was extinguished at the tip of his finger.
He reached out and grabbed the girl's mischievous hand, and lifted his gaze, staring at her with an intense, unyielding gaze – the crimson in his eyes and the thoughts of wanting to devour her were not suppressed in the slightest, "I fear you won't be able to bear it."
The man's voice was raspy to the point of incoherence, even the breath he exhaled was teeming with a searing heat.
The distance between them was reduced in an instant, heating the surrounding air, yet there was a sense of an evenly-matched standoff.
