Glaring coldly at him, Crystal Hughes asked irritably, "So can you leave now?"
"Give me an answer."
"I've given you the answer, but you don't believe it." Crystal took a breath, steadying herself to stand firm, and asked word by word, "Clinging to it, just to get the answer you want, does it make sense?"
"..."
Camilo Nogueira looked at her with a slightly furrowed brow.
She was sweating, the sweat was cold, the temperature of her wrist was gradually cooling, strands of her hair clung to her forehead, her face was pale, yet her gaze was bright, and it seemed like all her strength was bursting from her eyes.
Mysteriously, she had a certain allure.
Yet, her whole body was light and trembling slightly, on the verge of collapse.
Such a fragile and pitiable sight easily broke Camilo Nogueira's rational control.
He kissed her.
She struggled, but her feeble resistance was no match for him.
