Molly was cradled in Ocelotte's arms.

Her nose was filled with the familiar, masculine scent of Ocelotte, pleasant but now tinged with a more mature fragrance than before...

She buried her head tightly, trying not to cry.

She really did cry. She hadn’t cried when she was hurt, nor when Scarlett and Zahra were fighting, but at the unexpected gentleness of Ocelotte, she broke down…

Molly let go of all her pride and whispered softly, “Do you still care about me, Ocelotte?”

Ocelotte stiffened.

After a moment, he gave a cold laugh. “You’re overthinking, Molly! Do you really think, after what you’ve done, I could still have feelings for you? Is there any room for us to develop feelings for each other?”

As if that wasn’t enough, he added with disdain: “I’m just afraid that during sex with you, you’ll pass out.”

Molly felt a sense of disorientation.

For a long time, she quietly murmured, “I understand.”

Ocelotte thought to himself, her skin really was thick.

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