“What’s wrong, hm?”
I guessed right, the owner of that voice was Alaric. From where I stood, I curved my lips into a slight smile. It might have been so faint that Alaric could not see it, but I felt satisfied because my true feelings showed on my face, sincere and clear.
Also, Alaric did not really hug me.
He kept a safe distance of about half a centimeter between his palm and the back of my head, so I could still feel his warmth without us got touching.
My face suddenly turned warm, and I could not hide the redness spreading all over my cheeks for long.
"You... you rascal! Did you just kick me, huh? Did you just kick me?"
“Brother, let’s f*****g kill him! I want to get our revenge!”
Alaric gave them a deadpan face. “You dare to? Fine, come at me.”
The two drunk men who were kic
