Hayden's pair of skin was extremely well born, and at this moment his fingertips wiped the blood from his lips, and his gray pupils were both noble and had a sense of wan decadence.

Leona shrinks back, but he doesn't give her that chance.

"Hayden, calm down."

A thin sweat broke out on her anxious face as her hands were confined and she couldn't escape.

Hayden's lips rolled from her lips to her neck, "Don't you have any feelings for me at all?

Even a tiny bit."

Leona brushed her head away and tried to be as soothing as possible, "Hayden, you're running a fever and you're a little out...