His palm was hot, but his movements were light. He slowly moved around as if he was touching a treasure. On a silent night, these actions made Lynn feel that she was touched with love.

She was like a cat, while he was like her owner. Lynn trembled and pulled the hand on her face, but the man was strong, and she could not grab it away.

"Don’t touch me." Lynn was angry. She grabbed the man's arm, and Benson felt a sting.

Benson suddenly took his hand back, spread his palms for a few minutes, and then became very serious, "Don't you have an ugly scar on your face?...