Hatred

"We don't have much time, just a moment... I want you to enjoy all of this as much as I do."

"Come on Anthony, I'm not going to be stupid again and again... You set me up earlier and I don't want to be trapped now."

Anthony smiled, he kissed Airin's hair and inhaled the scent of her body that had merged with his.

"I didn't force you to suck my blood so how can you say I framed you?"

That's right! It was bad luck and Airin was too embarrassed to admit it.

"You kept provoking me earlier." Airin certainly didn't want her stupidity to be so obvious that she deliberately kept looking for an excuse so that Anthony wouldn't laugh at her stupidity.

"Is that so?" Anthony asked as if he was an innocent man who had no sin but instead he deliberately breathed his warm breath on Airin's neck. If it's like this, Airin feels regret about cutting her hair so that her neck is exposed easily and it makes it easier for Anthony to arouse her lust.