As expected, she still can't bear to leave him. That's nice.
Yes, he's been so tender with her, afraid she might dissolve if held too tightly, afraid she might run away if held too softly.
He's so good to her, how could she bear to leave him?
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Eva Nightingale lowered her head and walked, her thoughts already lost in the distance, unaware that a tall and strong figure was approaching her from behind.
Before she could react, a pair of wide, sturdy hands grabbed her small waist. Suddenly, the world spun and she fell into a familiar embrace.
"Ah, you bastard—ugh, let me down!"
In the dead of night, thinking it was an attacker, she cursed and bit down on the man's chest.
That's when she realized…
This embrace seemed… a bit familiar?
"Hmm?" He moved his enticing, crimson lips slightly and let out a pleasing sound, the tone slightly rising with a hint of su-ggestion.
Her sharp teeth bit into his chest; instead of pain, he felt heat as she ignited his desire instantly.
