She did not move, just held her breath, not saying a word, her whole body tense.
His voice was particularly alluring, seductive yet magnetic, "Are you angry?"
"Do you still hold a grudge for what I said on our wedding night?"
She looked up and studied him carefully. Though he was flirting, the disdain and mockery in his eyes seemed especially evident.
He looked down on her, there was no tenderness in his eyes at all.
"Or is it that you fear me, like everyone else, and think I'm a Fierce Beastman?"
She spoke, "No, I'm not afraid."
She had never feared him.
It's just that he naturally carried a vicious energy, inherently fierce and violent.
Changing that was easier said than done.
"Ha!"
He looked down at her like that, never touching her, seemingly not even a strand of hair, just let out a chuckle.
It seemed like mockery, like disdain, as if he didn't believe a word she said.
"Don't think that by saying this, I'll believe you."
