Her slightly proud and charming tone, with eyes like enchanting roses with thorns, exuded a cold aura that warned "don't mess with me if I don't mess with you," yet it carried a touch of elegance and grace, somewhat like a little cat mildly pushed to being playful and somewhat cheeky.
Her man, that's how she referred to him, warmth and sentiment clashing in her heart. Joshua Hughes slowly and elegantly looked down, his eyes deep and with a hint of crimson, gently resting his forehead against hers, feeling the scorching heat on her small face. He said in a hoarse voice, "Finally admitting I'm your man for the first time, huh?" He had waited for this recognition for so long, spoken naturally and truthfully by her, moving him.
