The young man walked towards Nicola.
Nicola sat there, looking up at him slightly. She wore the simplest sportswear, but she still couldn't hide her beautiful figure.
She put her hands behind her back and stretched a pair of long legs, her posture was a bit weird and tempting.
Arthur didn't know what he thought of, his eyes dimmed slightly, he swallowed his Adam's apple, the black collar was wrapped around his fair and slender neck, and the shallow teeth marks on the skin could still be seen.
Nicola raised her foot and stepped on Arthur's knee, stopping the boy's steps.
"You are an SS-level psychic, do you think you can beat me?"
Arthur was silent for a while, and then said, "What...do is that smell?"
As an SS-level psychic, Arthur's sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people.
