Hall's kiss is like a punitive overbearing plunder, punishing her for concealing something, drawing a clear line and rejecting the future.

Aysa was worried about his wound, but did not dare to struggle to push him away. He could only let him attack the city.

Unable to feel her response, Hall stopped.

"Can't you really feel it, Aysa Kitt?"

You have no heart, Hall gnashed his teeth.

"I love you, can't you feel it? Damned contract lover, if you really want to act, why don't I find an actor? Your acting skills are so poor. Why do I have to use you? Listen, Aysa Kitt, I love you. No matter...