My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I slowly parted my lips and began to breathe heavily. I glanced at Andrea weakly. "Do you dare to challenge me again?"

Of course, Andrea didn't care about my life. She just kept shouting, "Well, then go to h*ll! I don't care if you die at all!"

"Andrea!" Hendrix growled. He looked at me horrified at what had happened, but yelled at Andrea harshly. "You'd better keep Arianna safe. If there are any problems, I'll personally hold you responsible. You should know how horrifying this will be when I take revenge on someone."

"What's there to be afraid of at this point in my life?" Not only was Andrea unfazed, she even seemed impatient. "Forget it. You're such a party pooper."

She took two steps away with her high heels and stopped again to say, "You'd better not die so fast. My revenge has onoly just begun."

With that, she left.

As we heard the sound of a car driving off, Hendrix carefully took the fruit knife from under my arm and threw it away before breathing out a sigh of relief. Our eyes met and we stayed silent for some time before finally smiling at each other.

have you considered being

nearly scared the sh*t out of me. Did you know that my heart was about to

a veil of fatigue over him as he sighed. He looked like he had aged

I then smoothed out the wrinkles between

arms around me. He was as docile as a sheep. His voice sounded

meek woman. Ensuring he knew the seriousness of this matter, I grabbed his collar and warned him sternly, "Next

glow in his eyes

again. His hand reflexively pinched my waist. As his voice grew heavy, his

his teeth as he said this. It sounded like

It made me feel that Hendrix's rationality depended on

to descend into hell. So long