Ariel Morris looked at her, puzzled, and softly said, "Why don't you turn on the lights? It's drizzling outside, and the weather is a bit chilly. It's better to close the windows while sleeping, or you might catch a cold."
Her concern made Arlo Seys' pupils grow even colder as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room.
"What are you doing, Arlo Seys?!" His grip was so strong that it hurt Ariel Morris's wrist.
Arlo remained silent, and in the dim room, a cool spring breeze blew in. Ariel Morris looked up at him and felt the cold aura emanating from his entire body. She became a bit scared and struggled hard, trying to break free from Arlo's restraint.
Arlo tightly clinched Ariel Morris's wrist, his eyes icy and devoid of warmth, his expression terrifyingly gloomy.
"Arlo Seys, I haven't done anything to provoke you today!" Why was he so inconsiderate as to drag her into the room? Ariel hissed lowly.
