An alliance sealed by a kiss

Chapter 9

Her hand, frozen in mid-air, was soon held. A strange teenager's voice rang out, softly and softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm your kind and am here to help you. "

Other people who spoke in such a light and soft tone would only appear gentle and temperless, as if they were coaxing a small child who was having a tantrum. This teenager's voice was unique, under the gentle and sincere surface, it seemed to contain a layer of feminine and seductive sweetness, more likely to remind people of words such as "coaxing", "compelling", "cunning It's easy to think of words like "seductive," "seductive," "cunning," and so on.

If Cynthia hadn't had so many scares in one night that she was out of her mind, she would have recognized the loophole in the wording of the sentence, based on her previous acumen; it was rare for a normal person to use the word "kind" when introducing themselves to others.

It was more like an alien who was new to humans, using a language that was foreign to him or her.

But now, Cynthia has experienced being hunted by monsters, and was also rubbed by the abominable thing in her dream, in the middle of the desperate situation, it is not easy to meet a living person who has released the goodwill, and more than likely will not be the first time to pull out the other party's subtle loopholes, but will only feel relieved.

Cynthia swallowed her tears and sat up, half-heartedly and hopefully saying, "You... are human?"

It sounded like a curse, but in no way was it Cynthia's intention, just the aftermath of too many encounters she'd had in one night.

Instead of answering positively, the other asked back in a natural tone, "What else could it be? "Though she couldn't see the face, Cynthia could, in her mind, visualize him making a raised eyebrow expression.

With this assurance, Cynthia's stiff shoulders relaxed. After calming down a little bit, she finally felt embarrassed for her earlier aggressive action, she had just slapped the other party without saying a word, and hastily apologized to the other party with a red face.

A sizzling sound rang out, this strange teenager seemed to sit down in front of her, only to hear him say offhandedly, "Who are you, how did you get here?"

"I accidentally fell in." Cynthia rubbed her eyes and realized that she still couldn't see anything, and gradually became a little more uneasy:"The light on the wall here, is it gone?"

"There is. "

Cynthia was bewildered: "Then why can't I see it?"

"No, you can see, just need a little help." The teenager's voice lightened steeply, seeping in a bit of seduction, "Here, close your eyes. "

Cynthia closed her eyes reflexively, and her eyelids were covered by a cool, silky hand. It was too intimate a gesture for a stranger, and Cynthia was slightly startled, unable to lean back in time before the other man had withdrawn his hand at the point, and, like a trickster wizard, laughed: "Now open your eyes and see. "

Cynthia immediately opened her eyes, and found that the original dark field of vision, actually began to emerge a weak light spots, slowly connected to a piece, the wall like a star-like ghostly phosphorescent spots from blurred to clear, deprived of vision back.

Cynthia looked up with relief. When she finally got a good look at the face of the teenager she was talking to, her entire body froze.

The young man slightly raised his chin at her, his posture was frank and open, and he did not move to allow her to look at him, without seeing the slightest squirm or cover up.

He seemed to be about her age, with a slender figure, but he had not washed away the thinness of a teenager, and was dressed in a black robe. Even in such a dim environment, the dark blue blood veins could be seen beneath his pale skin. Curly and dark short hair hung down by the side of his face, and on his beautiful face, his narrow eye slits contained fine pupils that rippled with scarlet light, as if they were small hooks that hid a highly poisonous poison, revealing a kind of demonic charm with a strong aggressiveness.

Maybe a word like sultry wasn't the right word to describe a teenager, but there was no better way to describe the feelings that were hitting Cynthia's heart at the moment. In no way was it demeaning, but rather complimentary. It had nothing to do with words like curt, pretentious, or fawningly indecent. His face was undoubtedly overly beautiful, the upright brow and nose bones and sharp, English jawline creating a wonderful sense of awe.

For a moment, Cynthia's heart seemed to miss beats.

To be honest, if she hadn't touched him with a normal human temperature, as well as dispelled her doubts through the short conversation and time spent with him just now, then she would have suspected that this teenager wasn't human in the first second of seeing him.

Luckily, in the continent of Ripas, there were no monsters that could disguise themselves as humans without any flaws. Even the monsters that were the best at shapeshifting wouldn't have such realistic and delicate expressions.

It wasn't until the other party teasingly raised an eyebrow that Cynthia reacted to the fact that it was impolite to keep staring at the other party like that, and blushed, disguising herself by rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and pulling away from the topic:"Why couldn't I see just now?"

The teenager shrugged his shoulders and said regretfully, "Probably because you were cursed."

Cynthia stared straight ahead, her heart hanging in the air again.

Seeing this look of panic and alertness and forced composure on her, the teenager finally couldn't hold himself together and broke with a poof, his shoulders shaking slightly as he laughed and explained: "I'm just kidding. Actually, it's because your eyes can't adjust to the light for a while that you can't see. "

Caught in the act, Cynthia was a little embarrassed and a little chagrined. This guy, why can he joke without changing his color in this situation? The mindset was too good, wasn't it?

The explanation, however, was pretty much the same as her own guess, that it took more time to get used to the darkness because she had slept for so long.

Unconsciously, Cynthia had come out of the desperate state she was in just now. No matter what, finding a companion in a desperate situation and being able to discuss how to get out of here together was much better than being alone.

Besides...

Cynthia touched her ribs through her shirt in some confusion, wondering if it was because of the sleep, her ribs had been aching earlier, but now they didn't hurt so much.

The teenager rested his cheeks and glanced at her, thoughtfully, "You still haven't answered my question, who are you?"

"Cynthia Ezeka," puzzled again, "And you, who are you? "

"I have no name." The other's face was hidden in the shadows, and a shallow smile revealed a sharp little tiger tooth: "But you can call me Berial, I gave it to myself. "