Detox

Wolfgar's cold fingers stroked her cheek, and she felt a little awake.

"Wolfgar, hurry up." Carra was about to cry. Could he stop looking at her with such gentle eyes? Could he stay away from him when she was not completely out of control? She was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, so she threw him down desperately.

Wolfgar saw bloodstains on her raised left arm, his face turned cold in an instant, and his anger was mixed with deep distress.

Yaron, I will surely make you regret it.

He lowered his head and leaned closer, kissing the bloodstains gently. The gentle and moist touch made Carra tremble uncontrollably.

"Wolfgar, don't."

But to Wolfgar's hearing, this rejection was so powerless, it seemed like a kind of refusal and invitation at the same time. His eyes darkened, he dropped her arm, and turned to place a light kiss on her forehead.