We should
Like a princess from a fairy tale, said to awaken only after a prince kissed her, she waited quietly to be plucked by an utterly wicked beast like him.
Lynn's intense guilt thundered within him, holding his wicked actions in check.
But finally.
The powerful surge of the curse trampled both reason and guilt underfoot, making him close his eyes uncontrollably.
Cold.
There was no flavor at all.
Yet it was like the pricey strawberry pudding he might savor in a café on a lazy afternoon.
Ice and fire intertwined. Rather than cooling Lynn's curse, that chill made it burn even more fiercely, like an erupting volcano.
Yet he still did everything he could to control his movements, refusing to hurt Miss Doll.
He desperately told himself.
That's enough!
That's enough!
Stop your wicked behavior right now! Leave this room immediately! Don't go down that evil road with a minimum three-year prison sentence!
But his body seemed to ignore him. He simply couldn't pull away.
He pressed harder!
What he failed to notice was that Miss Doll's closed lashes also trembled slightly. Whether she had already recovered from her frozen state was unclear, but she remained quiet and motionless.
Here in this room.
A man and a woman, alone.
They remained in that same position, yet something seemed to keep heating up, as though something utterly wicked was about to happen.
But just then.
"Blockhead, you're not really going to take advantage of Miss Doll, are you?"
A Ծ‸Ծ voice wickedly rang out beside Lynn's ear.
That voice instantly cleared Lynn's nearly incinerated mind. Like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, it brought his movements to a halt.
"If you did that, you really wouldn't have any morality left."
Lynn turned his head toward Zuo