C123 Faint sadness

A pair of pitch black eyes stared straight at him. There was no fear, no shyness, only a faint coldness. Just now in his arms, he had been so free that he seemed to have forgotten about it.

That cold expression made his heart burn with anger, and his eyes became as cold as ice.

He had never lacked women, and only women had ever asked him to please them, to please him