Emily didn't know how to explain.

Mr. Satan liked her hair very much, winding it around his fingertips and then letting it go lazily. "Stay away from him a bit."

Emily nodded. "I'll keep my distance from him."

"Good." Mr. Satan's hand slowly slid down from her head, his fingertips gently caressing her dewy face. "I feel like I can't be away from you anymore."

Emily felt ticklish by his touch and leaned away. "Do you know Jackson?"

"Uh, sort of," Mr. Satan's response was vague.

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