Chapter 159: The OG

"I'm resisting what!? Can you please just stop talking in poetry!?"

"Oh my, oh my…"

And even with Rhys clearly already showing his frustration with the situation, the woman seemed completely unperturbed and unbothered by the sudden loudness of Rhys's words as she was lost in her own thoughts. She then looked Rhys in the eyes before just letting out a gasp as she approached him again… standing awfully close to him to the point that her forehead was almost sticking to his chin when she looked up.

"Hm…" The woman just closed her eyes, almost as if she was enjoying the warmth that was escaping out of Rhys's perturbed breaths.

Rhys might have made a mistake in judgment — perhaps this woman was not elegant at all, but was actually a closet pervert. But as the woman opened her eyes again very slowly, Rhys saw some sort of longing hiding deep within them.