Veronica now deeply desired to die.
Taking advantage of her superior's trust to drug him, and even launching a sneak attack...
Then those confessions, explosive like a self-detonation, coupled with those shameless little moves—they were simply sexual harassment.
And in the very end, to even consider doing something only a succubus could fathom, how utterly indecorous...
She completely lost the face to live in this world anymore.
Only two thoughts now occupied her mind; one was to tear that demoness, who set her up, to pieces; the other was to disappear from Aiden's sight and never show up again.
"Ugh, just kill me!" Veronica, hugging her head, squatted down, not daring to look at Aiden's face.
"Why do you look like a female prisoner at the moment of arrest?" Aiden said with a helpless smile, "Stand up."
"Commander..." Veronica lowered her head, her voice carrying a cry, "that wasn't me just now..."
"No." Aiden laughed, "That was indeed you just then; don't evade reality."
