Not far from her, there was a flickering flame coming from afar. It looked like a ghost flame in the darkness, but it was accompanied by a faint smell of tobacco.
"Who is it?" Avery only had enough time to make a short sound, and in the next moment, her lips were fiercely sealed. Her body was trapped between a cold wall and a firm chest, and her mouth was filled with the familiar smell of tobacco and alcohol.
An intense male aura completely enveloped her, and her tongue penetrated straight into her mouth as it presumptuously bit into her soft lips. From his heavy breathing, Avery could feel his extreme suppression and anger.
Rage? Heh, it's simply laughable. Just what qualifications does he have to be angry?
He only let go of her lips when a faint scent of blood seeped between their li
