Assassin

Feeling his touch on her chin and seeing his dull, entrancing eyes inch closer, Xia felt her heart pounding wildly.

Just as his lips were about to graze hers, he felt a strong aura approaching.

Fucker, he thought.

Yur pulled back immediately, his attention turning away from the flustered Xia—whose eyes were still closed, expecting a kiss. In his view, she wasn't attractive or enticing in any real sense.

To him, she was merely a tool—a means to his future goals.

"Your father is coming," he stated calmly.

Xia's eyes snapped open. "D-Dad?"

She scrambled up from the bath, standing in front of Yur, exposing everything in her haste.

"Now, don't expect anyone else to accept you. I've seen it all, up close." He let his gaze drift downward, then upward again.

"Ah!" she yelped, tumbling backward onto her bottom, her cheeks growing redder by the second. Yur assumed she might even faint.