Baron Lawrence's gaze deepened inch by inch, as if there was a vortex in his deep eyes, wanting to draw someone in. He narrowed his long, sharp eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and with an extremely hoarse voice, he held Enna Clark's shoulder and said, "Enna Clark, sometimes I really want to blend you into my body!"
Damn it, she always entices him like this; only by blending her into his body would he feel satisfied.
Enna Clark was speechless for a moment, then helplessly said, "If you blend me in, I'll die, won't I?"
Baron Lawrence didn't let go, as if he was domineeringly intent on consuming her.
Just then, his phone suddenly rang...
Baron Lawrence frowned, reluctantly released his hand from Enna Clark's shoulder, took out his phone, glanced at the Caller ID, and answered, "Hello."
"What did you say?!" His entire face changed abruptly, his waist straightening, "Where are you?"
