Arcangelo momentarily pulled away from Leila's lips, then lowered himself again to kiss her passionately, their lips meeting seamlessly. She didn't resist as his tongue delved deeper, as if reflecting his anger, the kiss became violent in its intensity.

Leila kept her eyes open and continued the kiss. Arcangelo did the same, with a fierce look in his eyes. The tension between them was different from that of any other man and woman.

His hand moved downward and his fingers, which had been caressing her neck, reached her chest. He grasped her breasts firmly.

Leila felt relieved that he had grabbed her chest and not her waist, since they were not yet completely undressed.

A faint breath escaped her lips as they kissed.

"Hmm..."

The strange glint in Arcangelo's eyes at her reaction made her uneasy. He loosened his grip on her breasts slightly and then tightened it again, as if testing the waters.

Leila gave him a sharp look, as if to ask what he was doing.

"This is just a sexual encounter to convey the waves, so there's no need to do that," she thought, but apparently, she was wrong.

She had expected him to be angry and only do that, but it seemed like she was mistaken.

Leila focused her gaze on one eye. She didn't appreciate his actions.

"What are you doing? Let go," she said.

Leila did not miss a beat as she took a breath to collect herself, her lips quivering slightly.

"I didn't think Cassilia's intelligence would be so diminished as to not understand what this is for."

"I'm not asking because I don't know what it's for. Do I have to spell it out for you? Don't do it," she said pointedly.

"Why?"

He moved his hand to unbutton her blouse. Leila slapped his hand away. Arcangelo asked in a dry tone, "Wasn't it Detective Leila who said she would do whatever it takes to save me?"

"Do you really think this is necessary for that process?"

"Of course, it is. It would be uncomfortable for Cassilia if I did it right in front of her."

Leila frowned at his crude words, slightly questioning.

"Didn't you used to dislike talking like this?"

But now was not the time to bring that up. Leila snapped back, "I'll take care of that."

"Are you going to do it in front of me again like that day?"

Leila's face turned red. No matter how composed she was, hearing those words directly in front of her was bound to make her flustered.

She gritted her teeth.

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"You're very audacious. Like a criminal."

"Anyway, she said she would do her best to ensure my survival. This is part of her cooperation, isn't it? It wouldn't be right to be uncooperative."

Leila looked into Arcangelo's eyes. They still burned with anger and rage.

I must have really gotten under his skin.

There is nothing more to fight about here. But, feeling exhausted and slightly guilty about what I just did to him, I let out a deep sigh.

"Fine. Whatever. Do it the way Detective Urseau does!"

Besides, it wasn't even a useless act in the treatment process.

He unbuttoned my white shirt and exposed my chest. He removed my bra and examined my chest.

As my wave flowed into him, his movements seemed to become a little more comfortable.

"I have nothing to say now that it's actually improving."

But then, there is one more thing to point out.

"If you can move to some extent, it would be better to go to the bedroom. It's inconvenient to do it here."

Arcangelo looked at her incredulously.

"Does Detective Cassilia have no shame? Inviting a man to her bedroom."

"That's not something Detective Urseau would say, I think."

Leila also had a similar expression to his.

Of course, he had become a wolf-man and was sucking on my chest like a real dog.

"What crime did I commit to deserve this?"

I really felt like I was going crazy.

“Just when will this kid come to his senses…?” muttered Arcangelo. He may think he’s sane now, but he certainly was not.

If he were in his right mind, he would never have done such a thing.

“Enough. Let’s go,” said Leila, forcibly dragging him to the bedroom.

Even in the midst of it all, his desire-filled gaze did not leave her.

“Come to your senses. I'll say it properly then,” she thought to herself, feeling nothing but embarrassment.

She clenched her fist tightly.

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As soon as the bedroom door closed, Arcangelo pounced on Leila's body as if he had been waiting for this moment. He sucked on her chest as if to compensate for the pause in his actions. His blue eyes were already clouded over.

"Sigh..."

Leila raised her hand to cover her mouth.

"What a disgraceful act. Do you not feel any shame doing this to me?"

Unbelievable. She watched as Arcangelo caressed her legs while sucking on her chest.

Leila's clothing was already in disarray.

"I guess it would be better to take everything off."

She grabbed his face with her hand. Arcangelo willingly let himself be caught and looked up to see her face.

As Leila met his dazed gaze, she felt the sensations of that day when he had been poisoned coursing through her body.

"Get a grip on yourself."

If he was losing his mind over there, she had to stay in control over here.

"Arcangelo Urseau."

"Why?"

His voice was thicker and lower than usual, sending shivers down her spine.

"Isn't it better to stop this spectacle? You can't completely recover in this state."

"Are you telling me to stop?"

She hesitated at his raw words, but soon regained her composure.

"If that's what it takes, then take everything off."

At her words, Arcangelo immediately took off his clothes, revealing his muscular and taut body.

Leila couldn't help but let her gaze drift in that direction, even though she knew it wasn't the appropriate time.

"Your body is truly impressive. But did you really need to take off everything, including your upper body? What's the point?"