C437 We're Going to Make a Contract

Ann Lixia didn't understand him.

She had said so many explicit words of love, yet her face was cold and without desire, as if she had never been tainted by desire and was so clean that she would not eat the flames of the world.

And it was this contrast that made him look especially sincere, as if everything he said was true without the slightest bit of perfunctory affectation