Chapter225

AnTaotaolookedhesitant.ShelookedatMr.Kingwithherbeautifuleyesandaskedagain,"Mr.King,don'tyoureallyneedanesthesia?"

 

Mr.Kingopenedhisthinlips."Noneed."

 

AnTaotaoshruggedhershoulders,soshedidn'task.Ifyoudon'twantit,don'tcrywhenithurts.

 

Shethoughtmaliciously,butherhandswereunequivocal.Shepickedupthepoisonousfineneedlesandbegantosewthemup.Atfirst,herhearttrembledalittle,forfearofhurtingMr.King.

 

Attheendoftheday,shewashandy,completelyfreefrompressure,andheractionswerearbitrary,withanindescribablesenseofskill.

 

Mr.Kingstaredathereyelashes,whichweredyedwithahalocolor,whiletheeyesundertheeyelasheswereveryserious,whichmadepeopleunabletomovetheireyes.

 

Hestaredclosely,andtheAdam'sapplecouldn'thelprolling.

 

Antaotaoisstillsewingseriously,andshedidn'tnoticehiseyesgraduallydeepening,justlikeadeepabyss.