Chapter 67 He’s Afraid of the Dark
For a moment, no one could react.
The two of them stood rooted to the spot.
The light of the mobile phone penetrated their fingertips, and a beam of light seemed to stand between the two of them through the dust.
Looking at his deep eyes, Cierra suddenly remembered the wet warmth on her wrist and swallowed inexplicably.
It was also this action that made her come to her senses. She withdrew her hand in an exaggerated manner and turned her back on him.
Even though there was no mirror in the elevator and she couldn’t see her face clearly, she could still feel how hot her face was. She felt as if her ears were burning.
She took a deep breath and cursed in her heart.
“You’re so useless. You just touched his hand! Why are you so shy? Don’t you forget you just dare to touch his abdominal muscles?” Cierra said to herself.
Just as she was thinking about it with her back to Draven, Draven’s deep voice came from behind her. He sounded much soberer now.
“Cierra, are you shy? But when I first regained consciousness, weren’t you…”
“Shut up!”
Cierra interrupted him grumpily and turned around to glare at him.
However, Draven’s eyes are full of smiles. Under the dim light of his phone, he looked gentler. “Am I right?”
“Shut up!”
Cierra interrupted him angrily and sna tched the phone from his hand.
She wanted to turn off the flashlight, but after thinking about it, she gave up.
However, she refused to look at Draven and leaned against the wall with her head lowered.
She didn’t move, but Draven moved closer.
Although his voice was much cleaner, he didn’t seem to have fully recovered. There was a hint of exhaustion in his tone.
“Are you really angry? I just touched your hand. I didn’t say anything when you touched me just
now…””
“Draven, I told you not to shut up!”
Cierra thought, “Da mn!”
“It’s no big deal to touch his hand. Why does he keep talking about it?”
Cierra lowered her head, and the corners of her eyes blushed. She held her phone with one hand and kept rubbing her fingertips with the other, as if she could erase all the marks on her fingertips.
Draven didn’t say anything else. He stood side by side with her and looked down at her.
For some reason, he felt his heart seemed to be blocked by something.
“Not only did I touch your hand, but I also touched your wrist when I woke up just now. Maybe I touched other parts of your body when I was unconscious. Do you want to wipe them off one by one?”
As he spoke word by word coldly, he saw Cierra stop what she was doing.
Cierra finally raised her head.
Her stubborn gaze met his.
She didn’t say anything but just moved aside with a cold face and turned off the light on her mobile
phone.
“I won’t listen to you!” She thought.
The darkness swallowed up the narrow space again. It took Draven a lot of effort to adapt to the dim light, but falling into darkness again made him frightened.
Instinctively, he moved closer to her.
Cierra didn’t notice that something was wrong at first. She snorted, “You have your own phone. If you really can’t stay in the dark, use your own phone. Don’t stand so close to me!”
Draven didn’t say anything, but his breathing became heavier.
Cierra finally realized something and turned to look at him.
When her pupils adapted to the light in the elevator, she saw his nervous face and clenched fists.
She seemed to have found something interesting and suddenly smiled. “Draven, so you’re afraid of the dark?”
“It’s really surprising. “She thought.
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