Perhaps because of her movement, he noticed her, and the man reached out, abruptly pulling away the trench coat covering her. In Daisy Ginger's instinctively lifted gaze, he pinched her sharp chin and coldly mocked, "Daisy Ginger, are you afraid too?"
He was extremely furious at the moment, even the corners of his eyes seemed to emit sparks. Daisy Ginger slightly bit her lip, looking at the man's fiercely sinister face, with a bit of a startled and frightened bird's timidity.
There were still grass scratches on her body that hadn't healed, burning with pain. The male's aggressive aura brought her inexplicable palpitations. Daisy Ginger spoke in a low voice, "...I'd like to take a shower first... and then talk, is that okay?"
She was probably truly terrified, as her previously overbearing demeanor turned into a pale softness, speaking in a tone as if negotiating, with no intimidation at all.
