Sylvester held L, slowly moving forward as L returned his kisses, her back pressed against arge tree.


    Sylvester ced one hand on the back of L''s head, his hand braced against the tree trunk to protect her from the rough bark, while his other hand lifted her chin, drawing her into a deep kiss, their tongues entwining. After a long while, Sylvester finally let go of L. She tilted her head back, her face flushed, and she was panting.


    Sylvester buried his head in L''s neck, bit her, and said, "You saw it just now."


    L, still catching her breath, held him close, her chest heaving, letting him continue. "Compared to you, I''m much more ruthless."


    L moved slightly, her swollen, red lips parting. She said stubbornly, "Who said you''re cruel? I already know that mercenary harmed the Gomez family bodyguard; you just wanted to avenge him." She wouldn''t allow him to call himself ruthless. If he were ruthless, why would he treat her so well?


    "You''re wrong; I am that cruel. These hands are stained with countless blood."


    "No, don''t say that." L''s eyes reddened, and a tear fell.


    Sylvester replied, "L, I''m not as perfect as you think."


    This may be more fitting to say.


    Sylvester had merely restrained his inherent ruthlessness in front of L.


    One who grew up in an environment devoid of love and full of schemes couldn''t be expected to know what love was.


    However, by the mercy of fate, he found a girl, L, whom he deeply wanted to protect.


    And so, love was born.


    L suddenly covered Sylvester''s lips, looking at him, her eyes red. He said, "No, no matter what you are like, you will always be the light in my heart."


    "Even if you did it, it was the punishment they deserved. I don''t mind at all."


    Five years ago, in such circumstances, he still came to save L despite having important matters to attend to. She could never believe that someone like Sylvester was a bad person.


    He was merely protecting himself.


    Those people deserved to die.


    Hearing this, Sylvester lowered his eyes to look at L''s beautiful face, gently kissed her soft lips, and murmured against them. "See,you don''t mind. L, do you think I would mind or despise you?" L felt nervous and immediately understood.


    Sylvester was using himself as an example.


    Indeed, she wasn''t afraid of Sylvester so Sylvester wouldn''t despise her.


    "Sylvester, I''m sorry. I didn''t mean to deceive you," L said.


    This apology carried both affection and helplessness after fear.


    This apology also indirectly admitted that L had connections with the internationally feared Illusionist Guild.


    Sylvester suddenly understood.


    L simply couldn''t speak of it.


    He stopped asking.


    He just felt heartache and wondered what terrible things L had gone through to escape from the Immortal Man.


    She was so young, at an age when others were still in school, yet she had to fight to survive outside.


    Suddenly, he didn''t dare to think further.


    He just felt very sad.


    Every time at this moment, he felt extremely incapable.


    Sylvester leaned against L''s neck, kissing gently. After a long while, he softly said, "From now on, don''t handle all the dangerous tasks yourself; let me do it." "Okay, then, Sylvester, are you still angry at me?"


    L asked tentatively.


    Sylvester gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."


    L thought, ''What should I do? Sylvester is still angry.''