Titania had never felt so humiliated before. She wished she could hit this guy just once to vent her anger but she knew that even before she managed to deal a blow on Eganius Cline, she would be obliterated.
Egan on the other hand, found her suffocated expression more and more fascinating.
There was a faint fragrance in the otherwise dull air. The fragrance came from Tania’s hair, like sweet jasmines. Egan remembered that Tania once said that she loves the smell of jasmines and she would often grind jasmine petals and add it to her shampoo.
He sniffed in a little bit more, reveling in the fragrance of the sweet jasmines. The scent of jasmines were so tantalizing that he wanted to scoot even closer to her. And instinctually so, his dark mana waves materialized as if seduced by her smell and entangled her body almost expeditiously.