But immediately, his other large hand supported her waist.
The warmth of his palm was still hot.
Even through her clothes, she felt burned.
"Swish—"
At the same moment, the man opened his eyes.
Sinai saw his familiar dark green color.
Profound, mysterious, forever elusive.
Even though she lived with Norton for nearly half a year, she had no understanding of his past.
Their current posture was quite ambiguous, with less than a centimeter between them.
But when she was a six-year-old child, she was even closer to him than this.
He would naturally lift her up and let her sit on his shoulders.
And when she protested, he'd simply hold her in his arms.
With one antidote down, she felt he returned to his former indifference.
Not that he was aloof, but so distant it was hard to reach.
He had a heavy veil around him, one that even the familiar Ying Zijin and Xize couldn't remove.
