Seeing that Dirk Carter still remained unmoved.
Edith Walsh became anxious.
She thought she wasn't being "provocative" enough.
She hummed softly, deliberately, as if trying to make noise. If it weren't for the loud wind outside, Dirk Carter feared the two next door might hear.
In the blink of an eye.
Edith Walsh's middle finger was already probing the cave, and if that wasn't enough, she deliberately licked her tongue at Dirk Carter. Though clumsy, she did it with semblance.
This wasn't a solution.
In this cold weather, with her running a fever and not covering up, she'd surely catch a serious illness by tomorrow.
After all, he's not a good guy.
Might as well take advantage of the situation.
Having settled on this thought.
Dirk Carter walked up to Edith Walsh, paused, and asked, "What would it take for you to lie down and sleep?"
"Will you sleep with me?"
Edith Walsh tenderly asked.
Dirk Carter nodded, asking, "If I sleep with you, will you be able to sleep peacefully?"
