Inside the room, as Giancarlo carried Jazmine through the door, she immediately displayed her exceptional athletic abilities. Despite being held tightly, she somehow managed to wriggle free and dashed straight into the bathroom.
Giancarlo looked at his own hands and chuckled bitterly. It seemed that the girl's skills had become so sharp now that she didn't even need him to protect her anymore.
As Jazmine walked out of the restroom, her eyes seemed different.
Gazing into Giancarlo's eyes, there seemed to be an indescribable and elusive flavor.
Giancarlo noticed that her collar was torn open, her eyes were hazy, and her cheeks were flushed. She seemed unsteady on her feet, as if she were already drunk. Worried that she might fall on him, he hurried over to help steady her.
The moment she was touched, Jazmine suddenly stopped what she was doing, her eyes fixed on him.