The intense, arrogant yet irresistibly scorching aura doesn't require turning around to know who it is.
She was surprised and struggled a bit, but he effortlessly subdued her, pulling her even deeper into his embrace.
"You're back." He whispered against her ear, akin to a giant beast seeking affection, this contrast is both amusing and perplexing.
Hearing it up close, she realized his voice was hoarse, like he had a cold, soft and probing: "Yes, I'm back... What do you want with me?"
"The antidote, hmm?"
"What... on earth?"
"Admit it honestly to me, did you cast a spell on me?" The man's face slid down a few inches, resting on her shoulder, his tone was serious.
"Are you kidding... you called me here just to ask about this?" She was amused and baffled.
"Be serious!" His voice suddenly sharpened, "Speak!"
Her heart skipped a beat and she dared not laugh anymore, having to address this man's childish riddle: "What spell?"
