"Baron Lawrence, I can't do it anymore. Wait, let's rest for a while." Enna Clark climbed halfway up the mountainside without stopping for even a moment, her energy completely drained. Her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and she leaned on her knees, gasping for breath while speaking.
The man walking ahead stopped, turned back to grab her hand, and forcefully dragged her to continue climbing up!
His hawk-like eyes were strong and resolute, staring straight ahead. His rose-colored lips brushed against one another, "Enna Clark, don't talk to me while climbing the mountain!"
"Huh?" She was now so tired that her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and had no mood to think about what he was saying. She instinctively asked, "Why?"
The proud man suddenly paused, twisted his neck, and looked down at her from his superior height. He said, indifferently, "I can't stand listening to you pant!"
—I can't stand listening to you pant!
