Chapter 44: Her Impending Death

With a hint of mischievousness rarely seen in his black orbs that resembled the starry sky, he licked his lips and looked her in the eyes. "Redhead, and an embodiment of all those characteristics you mentioned."

"Re–Redhead...?" Aysel quietly mumbled, touching her nose.

He preferred redheads.

She repeated the phrase in her head until the system hissed with clear annoyance. [Host! He is talking about you.]

"Talking about me?" She asked with a frown. "My hair is brown... Wait." She grabbed some of her long hair, the bright, almost blood-red color reflecting in her gray eyes.

"He's really talking about me..." she muttered, but then her expression changed, and she snapped, "No, he's probably talking about someone else. He mentioned he wants the embodiment of all the characteristics."

The system sounded confused. [So you mean you aren't tomboyish? Girlish? Coy? Independent? Aloof? And sexy?]