Chapter 33 Was It a Mosquito Bite?

• It started with Arthur’s lips brushing against hers, but the pleasurable sensation that it provided became insufficient for him after a while. He then reached out to hold onto the nape of her neck as he pressed his lips harder against hers.
• Mm... Erin frowned as she felt her vision turning blurry from the tears that were forming in her eyes. She looked more pitiful than ever. He continued to kiss her in any manner that he wished without giving her the chance to resist his acts. Her face turned into bright red as she could not breathe properly, yet she did not have enough strength to shove him away. After a long while, he unwillingly pulled his lips away—she felt like she was about to die of asphyxiation if he kissed her for one second longer.
• Arthur’s dark, icy gaze lingered on her teary eyes as he gulped and ran his fingertips across her red and swollen lips. Her fists were held in tight balls and her palms were filled with sweat; she felt her heart pounding in her chest as her entire body trembled uncontrollably. The man who has just kissed me passionately is the man whom I’ve called my ‘uncle’ for so long. He’s like an elderly figure—a sturdy, loving father whom I trust and depend on. However, a father would never kiss his daughter like this... She was flustered and terrified, yet she felt a peculiar emotion that was bothering her. She never felt such a feeling and it made her more uneasy.