C397 I Still Can't Get You to Do What You Want

She slowly looked in the direction of the voice, her throat tightening.

The man who had spoken was sitting on the sofa with his back to the light, and all his expressions were hidden in the sunlight coming from behind him.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but at such a distance, she could still feel the cold, unapproachable aura around him.

Her scalp tingled