Suddenly, the man kissing her aggressively bit her tongue.
Enna Clark winced in pain, gasping sharply as she snapped back to reality and pushed at his chest, "Baron Lawrence, let go of me."
She just gave a casual push, not even thinking she could actually shove him away.
Unexpectedly, not only did she manage to push him away, but she also heard a muffled groan of pain from the man.
The heat that tinged Enna Clark's ears instantly dissipated, and she quickly walked towards him, "Baron Lawrence, what's wrong with your chest?"
She felt something was off.
Her gentle push, which would normally be nothing more than a cat's scratch to him, akin to a tickle, elicited an unusual reaction this time.
"...It's nothing." The man who had just been holding onto her refused to meet her gaze, taking a step back.
He tried to seem nonchalant, but Enna Clark saw something in his pale face.
