She looked at him, his beauty was breathtaking.
He had an extraordinary charm, elegant demeanor, and his identity must be remarkable. Anyway, she couldn't escape alone, and he didn't seem to have ill intentions, so simply...
With this thought, she stepped forward and blocked his lips directly: "Mmm..."
There was no other way; she didn't want to die here so young.
He didn't seem like a bad person, but his special status meant he could definitely help her, help her get out.
Arthur Easton's mind buzzed, stunned for two seconds before realizing this woman had actively kissed him. The sensation on his lips was soft, sweet, and fragrant, carrying a unique taste of a young girl.
She didn't seem that young, so surely she must have had a boyfriend before, right?
He just wanted to let her go. This injury was just bad luck, but being hurt by this beauty, wasn't it a kind of honor?
Had she decided to offer herself?
Or was she trying to forcefully take action?
