Seeing him like this, Arao's cold and desolate eyes began to blur dangerously.
Her breathing grew heavier, and she whispered, "Master has misunderstood again; Arao isn't acting out of spite. I have been patient for a long time, not acting on impulse. My attachment to Master has been long-standing and hopeless, beyond any remedy or solution."
She was like a dangerously seductive vine, giving him no escape as she entangled him tightly. "I am not a deity free of desires."
Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, pressing his palm against the flowers on the side of his cheek, their fingers intertwining. Her dark, night-colored pupils were filled with a terrifyingly intense emotion.
She was utterly serious, fearlessly stating without any way to turn back, "Master."
"I want you."
"Now."
"I can't wait any longer."
She wrapped around him so tightly, like a fish that couldn't leave the water, with a will to devour him that was so strong it was terrifying.
How could this be?
