The man's body exerted a heavy pressure.
Memoria Campbell only felt a suffocating pressure on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Instinctively, she lifted her gaze and locked eyes with his.
Those eyes were slightly upturned, like peach blossoms, and now they were half-squinting with ridicule, anger... and some emotions she couldn't decipher.
In short, utterly dangerous.
The gaze was too intense. She wanted to take a deep breath, but halfway through, she was captured by those eyes, her breath halted.
Her original breathing rhythm was disrupted, and suddenly Memoria's breathing became rapid.
His palm still gripped her wrist, his T-shirt only half pulled up, and his body heat radiated through the thin fabric, scorching her skin.
Their faces were incredibly close, nearly less than ten centimeters apart, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her face.
It made her skin tighten and her hairs stand on end.
