The man's sudden action startled Lu Xia, and she forgot to pull away. When she came to her senses, she felt his scalding tongue curl around the pad of her finger, licking it gently.
Lu Xia's fair cheeks instantly flushed red.
"You… don't do that." Lu Xia pulled her finger back, her face red. She felt the tense atmosphere suddenly become scorching hot.
The light in Graces's eyes dimmed, and he knelt. "Please don't hate me."
His voice was unusually hoarse, laced with a humble plea, as if he might shatter at any moment.
Lu Xia knew he would do this. "Get up. When did I ever say I hated you? What is all this nonsense you're thinking about?!"
Graces didn't move. He kept his head bowed and asked in a low voice, "Don't you think I'm hideous? It's alright if you detest me or find me disgusting. Just please… don't send me away. I can…"
