Silas did not know why, but each subtle movement she made seemed to trigger a flood of memories of Ellie, the woman he liked and had not caught. The Demon King narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surging, a surge of murderous intent welling up within him. With a deliberate slowness, he began to raise his palm.
Just as his hand moved through the air, an abrupt cough broke the tense silence followed by several more. Yue Ran, delicate and slender, was struck by a fit of coughing that rattled her frame. Her slender body heaved slightly, and her other hand reflexively connected with the palm that was reaching toward her—
Unintentionally hindering his movements.
The moment her soft and delicate palm gently touched his. He was taken aback by the warmth radiating from her touch, a stark contrast to the cold exterior he had cultivated over the years. This was an unfamiliar sensation for him.
