Bernard's breathing grew ragged. His eyes clung greedily to Robin's graceful figure, gleaming as though a fire had caught inside him.
Robin stood with calm elegance, a captivating smile on her lips. Her long, soft black hair flowed over her shoulders, and her deep, dark eyes sparkled with intelligence, wisdom, mischief, and allure. Those eyes seemed to hold a magic that left people dazed and spellbound.
Her face was delicate and full, her fair skin touched with a faint blush. She radiated vitality and feminine appeal, like the first light of dawn—impossible to overlook and easy to dream about.
Her nose was straight and refined, her lips small and enticing. Even without makeup, they were as vivid as red rose petals. When she smiled, she revealed a row of pearly teeth.
Her smile was slight, yet it carried a mysterious distance. Below her ivory-white neck, two high curves rose. Bernard stared fixedly at Robin's chest, his mouth dry, his whole body burning as if held over a fire.
There was not a flaw to be found on Robin. Her figure was perfect, her waist slender, her every movement graceful. She smiled like a flower in bloom, alluring enough that even if she were a devil, people would rush toward her like moths to a flame. Every line of her body was so soft and lovely that it drew the eye and held the mind.
Her beauty was elegant and enchanting. Nature must have favored her when it made her.
"Ah?"
Bernard suddenly cried out. Two pale arms had appeared around his neck, white and tender as snow lotuses. They tightened sharply and yanked him down. He shouted in pain and hurriedly used Armament Haki.
Robin was a little surprised. She had meant to snap his neck, but that clearly would