The room always had the heater on, but it couldn't heat the marble floor.
The cold and hard marble floor made Charlotte Miller feel like she was caught between ice and fire, her body starting to tremble slightly. Atlas Hallow gazed at the stunning female figure before him, making him think that the woman half-lying on the floor was like a pear blossom gently trembling at the tip of a branch, a subtle fragrance wafting with the breeze. Her beauty was even more captivating than that of the pear blossoms.
Charlotte watched Atlas Hallow warily. As his large hand reached out to press down on her leg, her entire body became even more rigid, her eyes wide as she kicked her legs, trying to break free from his grip, but was tightly held in place.
"Atlas Hallow, you lunatic, what do you want to do?" In this mode of interaction between the two of them, does he still intend to do something to her?
