Bab 143: Perverted thoughts for someone who hates his guts?

"Ow!" Sung Na-Mi groans in pain. She pushes Klyn away from her. "Get off, you idiot."

It's only for a moment, but the whiff of her scent makes his throat dry. He moves back in a rush and avoids looking at her lest she figures out that he's craving for her blood. Even someone like him knows his limits. She's a heavenly blessed individual. If his canines touch her skin, he's going to be incinerated by heavenly lightenings. 

"Why are you here?" Sung Na-Mi glares at him. Both of them are alone now. Anyone would have been better than this guy. She hates the fact that she's so conscious of him. He's avoiding her gaze. This is adding to her annoyance.