“ My name isn't Anaconda. .
it's Cyan Sung-Sun, just call
me, Cyan. . ”
Gazing towards his hand, she'd look back up at him, before reaching out with her left slowly keeping her other hand held up to her face.
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Releasing a soft sigh.
“ Then I'll entertain your idea
and let you stick around,
just know I won't
hesitate to kill you if you
plan on harming me. ”
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“ Help. . ? ”
Still hiding her face behind that sleeve, that glare became piercing.
“ I do not need any help
in the slightest, I am no
distressed maiden. ”