It was still that striking silver short hair.
The two black stud earrings on his right ear glimmering faintly.
The sunlight outside was just right, neither dazzling nor overwhelming.
Falling on him, it seemed to cast a faint golden glow.
Like the Sun God, slowly driving forward.
Once again, with a strong and abrupt posture, he barged into her calm and uneventful life.
He was handsome, with striking features.
Those deep green eyes encapsulated the vicissitudes of centuries, possessing a strong and deadly mature charm.
Sinai always wondered why someone like Norton, an old antique, favored such a punk rock style.
But she had to admit, this look suited him exceptionally well.
"Mr. Francis, this is Miss Sinai·Leaangle." Mrs. Charlie was enthusiastic, "Even though Miss Sinai has a cold temperament, she’s really nice. You two should get to know each other."
"No need." Norton spoke, "We know each other." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
"You know each other?" Mrs. Charlie was taken aback, "Then—"
"We can discuss the rent ourselves." Norton smiled, "Thank you."
Mrs. Charlie was somewhat bewildered but nodded anyway: "Oh, okay then, you two chat."
She took a couple of steps and seemed to realize something, turning to give Sinai a knowing look.
Sinai: "?"
Did she agree?
"Inside." Norton naturally patted her head, "It’s too sunny out here."
Sinai was still in a daze and instinctively stepped back.
"Bang."
The door shut behind them.
The man’s hand rested against the door.
Just like that, she was trapped between him and the door.
The space was extremely narrow and cramped.
Despite the air conditioning in the living room, she felt the temperature gradually rising.
Sinai: "..."
Wait.
This position, what is going on?
"Kid, still the same." Norton flicked her forehead lightly, "Just growing taller."
He put his hand down.
When she was a six-year-old child, he often teased her that way.
But now, it gave her a wrong impression.
One of life’s three illusions.
You think he likes you.
Sinai could only say: "Yes, yes, I love you the most too."
"You don’t usually stay here?" Norton glanced around the empty villa, "Is that why you’re renting it out? Where do you stay?"
"Experiment base." Sinai said, "There are special apartments over there."
Norton nodded slightly, showing understanding.
He tilted his chin: "You don’t mind if I turn one of the rooms into a lab, do you?"
"I don’t mind." Sinai sipped water, "As long as you don’t blow up the house."
"Blowing up the house, that’s your expertise."
"..."
Sinai felt that there was always a person in this world who could unleash the Desolate Ancient power within her.
How did she end up liking someone so sharp-tongued?
In truth, she liked gentle types.

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