Hiss—
What is he doing!
It hurts.
Enna Clark covered her nose, trying hard to suppress the mist in her eyes.
She wasn't crying from the pain; it was that her nose hurt so much that her body's natural reflex was to tear up.
She blinked hard twice, finally enduring through the strong aching sensation in her nasal wing. She was just about to lift her head to hold him accountable.
Suddenly, the dirty clothes in her hand were domineeringly tossed aside, casually thrown to the ground...
"Baron..." Enna Clark was indeed a bit angry, just opened her mouth.
The proud and noble man suddenly lowered his head, pressing down. His thin lips unfailingly captured hers, enveloped by the unique fragrance of sandalwood mixed with mint surrounding her, the domineering man pried open her lips and teeth—
"Mm." Enna Clark was kissed dizzy by his sudden kiss.
Her hands instinctively clenched his sleeves, eyes wide open.
