Leah Fujiwara suddenly felt a burning heat on her face, overwhelmed with embarrassment, and quickly looked down at her feet. She thought that no one had ever treated her this way before, yet today this guy took advantage several times, which infuriated her. But then her mind involuntarily returned to the moment he touched her, and the sensation was like nothing she had experienced before, like biting into a fresh cherry, crisp and sweet with a hint of astringency.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to rid herself of those messy thoughts, and quickly raised her head. The anger in her eyes seemed ready to burst into flames and burn Yves King. All of a sudden, she put strength into her feet, leaped into the air, hands gripping the handle of the knife, and lunged at his head once more.
