Chapter 145: This is what it means to be a beast in fine clo

the bedside lamp.The bedroom darkened, heavy curtains blocking out any sliver of moonlight. It was almost pitch black inside.The eyes lost their function, while hearing and smell became more sensitiv...smell of tobacco, only a faint hint of mint lingering around her.Wanting to be closer, closer, she unconsciously rubbed her head against the man's suit jacket, the stray hairs on top of her head light...