Dorothy hummed a cry as faint as a mosquito, a sound evidently caused by her throat constricting; given her self-respect, it couldn't be a sorrowful cry.
Yet tears did brim at the corners of her eyes, the alluring young girl lifted her cheek, rubbing against the thumb ahead, her red lips gently parting to hold it in her mouth.
Li Ang grabbed the Demon's Hand.
At that moment, the message Dorothy conveyed to him was absolute attachment, absolute submission. This instant's emotion broke through certain defenses deep within his heart, and as the blood pumped almost to a vibration, a sharp pain arose in his numb left arm.
Evidently, this was not a sensory return of the left arm, but rather the Curse working more profoundly on his spirituality with Li Ang's mood.
The thorns on the left arm visibly elongated, bending and twisting together.
