Seeing the man's lips curl into a smirk that wasn't quite a smile, his deep eyes were profound, a single glance could doom a person beyond redemption.
"I..." Emily Stone's face grew even redder, she stammered out a word and then fell silent.
The man's dark gaze fixed on her flushed cheeks, his thin lips lifted slightly as he said in a deep voice, "You weren't afraid to go out in your pajamas last night, but now you're scared?"
Hearing the man's words, Emily Stone looked up blankly, her gaze dazed.
For some reason, she suddenly felt that Walter Schmidt was different, although he still looked aloof, he now initiated conversation with her, and his expression was much gentler.
It made her feel confused but even more so happy, happy that they could now talk like friends; the atmosphere was no longer tense and constrained.
Even, she didn't have to consider whether certain things should be said or not.
