The sword showed its edge, but he turned a blind eye. He used himself as the lure and grapes as the supplement. He used himself as the bait and love as the main one to hook her. He passionately kissed and bit the grapes in her mouth, wanting to tear her bones apart into his belly. In the moment of silver light, he held it gently, as if he were treating a treasure and kissed her tenderly, "Don't make trouble..." He gently placed a lingering kiss on the delicate wrist. What beat under his lips was the pulse of the beauty. This kiss was tenderness and a warning.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
