“You want a massage?” Liliech simply called as for Lerio, he calmly took his hands off Liliech.
“Alpha,” he called without looking directly at his eyes.
Fargo, who seemed to be standing still in his position for goodness knows still had his unreadable expression as he stared at the two people in front who had had just shamelessly done something unethical. His eyes then landed on Liliech, lifting her arm as she massaged her own shoulder.
“It seems like you’ve recovered.” Fargo said to her, “Perhaps, you’ve never been ill, at all.” His tone seemed to be heavy as his gaze pierced right through Liliech.
And Liliech didn’t find it welcoming, “Even if I recovered or not, what’s the difference? Everything is still the same, right?” she said
Fargo didn’t reply but didn’t take his eyes off h
