His eyes were like daggers drawn, gleaming with a terrifying coldness. He stared intently, as if he was about to rip my head off the next second!,He propped himself up, seeing the man's eyes close once more. His handsome face flushed red, his temples and sideburns damp with sweat as if he had reached his limit.,Between breaths, I could still sense the lingering scent of that person. And the taste of the little pork trotters, so delicately icy, like a handful of snow.。