"Distracted, aren't you?"

Xie Jie shielded her and withdrew to a safe location before furrowing his brow and admonishing in a low voice, his gaze deep and somber.

Aghia gazed into his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, an illusion took hold.

It was as if he genuinely cared for her well-being.

Perhaps it was the palpitation of danger, easily mistaken for mere excitement.

Aghia's eyes held a glimmer of tender, reflecting Xie Jie ...