The only difference was that that night he had been cold as ice, but now his entire body radiated heat.
Feeling Hugo Hayes's slightly hurried breath, Ellie Doyle's brows furrowed tighter, "Hugo Hayes, if you don't want to die, you'd better let go of me."
This jerk didn't know that a severe allergy to chili peppers could be deadly.
As her words fell,
Hugo Hayes's grip on her arms tightened even more.
His breath was right by her ear, each inhale and exhale tickling her ear.
She could feel his forehead pressing against her neck, boiling hot, breathing even more rapidly than before.
This guy.
He really had a death wish.
Ellie Doyle's face was solemn, her silver needle stabbing into the acupuncture point on his wrist.
Almost instantly, Hugo Hayes's body softened, no longer holding her as dominantly immobile as before.
Ellie Doyle quickly turned around, supporting Hugo Hayes's arm to prevent him from collapsing to the ground.