Belvia found it strange—no, to be precise, extremely strange. Things were progressing far too quickly.
Strangest of all was that, deep down, she felt no resistance whatsoever.
She knew a great deal about authority. At a glance, she could tell that if she had harbored even the slightest resistance in her heart, this contract could never have been formed.
Was it fear of death? A longing for life?!
She knew perfectly well that it was not. Life was indeed precious, but in her world, many things mattered more than life itself.
When she had acted some time ago to deal with the final monster, she had ultimately convinced herself that it was out of pity.
Though she herself was not someone who casually bestowed kindness upon others, she had still found herself such a reason.
But now, that high-sounding excuse had been torn to shreds by her instinctive reaction.
"The contract is complete. Aren't you going to let go?"
Belvia asked softly.
"I'm not."
Zhao Cheng answered with righteous conviction.
If she had truly resisted, she should have shaken his hand off right away. How could she possibly ask for his opinion first? Was that a question? It was clearly tacit consent.
Naturally, the commotion here drew quite a few eyes. Mainly because Belvia was simply too dazzling. Some people did not even have a habit of drinking coffee in the morning, yet Belvia's appearance here had forcibly changed their habits.
Originally, when many people saw Zhao Cheng reach out with his claw, they had already imagined the rest of the scene: the girl, unable to bear his harassment, loudly rebuking him, followed by them stepping forward to uphold justice.
But in reality, the plot had gone completely off course. They had suddenly started acting all lovey-dovey—what was going on?!