The Paris night, glowing neon outside the window.
Eva Nightingale was devoured by someone and couldn't get up, whimpering and lying on the big bed: "Ugh..."
She wanted to cry but couldn't!
"Eat something, be good." The man held a bowl of premium bird's nest porridge near her.
Eva Nightingale refused with a whine: "Woo woo... I'm not... Lucas Knight... I won't eat... I want to sleep... I won't eat, I won't eat..."
"..." The soft and gentle voice of the little woman made his Adam's apple tighten, the next second he leaned down, his thin lips breathing warmth at her ear, commanding, "If you don't eat it, I'll eat you!"
Eva Nightingale surrendered in a second: "... You villain!"
She really couldn't get up, okay? If she was devoured by him again, she might really not be able to get up for a long time.
"I'll eat."
