Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 243 Enjoying Sitting in High Places

Trenton held the girl around the waist with his right hand and felt her struggle.

The girl was dressed in fur. Perhaps due to the hot summer weather, it only covered her chest and hips, leaving her slim and white waist exposed, which rubbed against his wrist as she moved restlessly. It felt smooth and sleek. He glanced down. A hint of surprise flashed through his black pupils.

Realizing this, he whispered, "If you keep moving, I'll throw you off."

The girl blinked, and her voice was soft and helpless. "Bad guy, do you think I want to move around? Your hands are so calloused. They hurt my waist."

Moreover, this position made her dizzy.

Trenton raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and found it somewhat amusing. "So what do you want?"

After she heard that she could change positions, a glint appeared in the girl's eyes.

Perhaps because he had saved her, she did not feel Trenton's threatening aura. Or maybe she just didn't know why, but she didn't feel scared of him at all and became bolder.

"I... I like sitting in high places," She gave it a try on Trenton's patience.

Trenton squinted. "Sitting in high places?"

She knew quite well where to sit comfortably.

The girl was still being held around the waist by him. Her head felt congested and very uncomfortable, so she panted heavily. "Yes."

Seeing her in such discomfort, alone in the wilderness and unable to walk, Trenton felt a pang of compassion. He raised his right hand, exerted force, lifted one of the girl's hands, and used his left hand to support her waist, allowing her to sit on his neck.

The girl felt everything spinning around her, her head being forcefully shaken, and in the next moment, she found herself sitting on his shoulders.

Her slender and fair legs were placed on either side of his shoulders.

Since her tribe was wiped out, no one had let her sit on their shoulders.

Suddenly, her view became elevated. The girl hugged Trenton's head with her hands, and her two slender legs were shaking lightly. Her tone was cheerful. "It is so high. I love it." Trenton was taken aback, grabbed her slender and fair legs, and pressed them against his chest. His voice was low with a hint of warning. "kid, don't move around. Be careful not to fall." Although her right foot wasn't injured to bones, there was still a flesh wound. And yet she was so restless. He wondered how she had grown up like this.

Upon hearing this, the girl lowered her gaze. From her perspective, she could see his long and thick eyelashes, deep eyes hidden beneath, and his straight nose.

Her hands rested under his jaw with her nails long enough to scratch his carotid artery with a little force and cause blood to spill.

But in the current situation, she suddenly found herself unable to act.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Innocence tinged with a hint of arrogance in her tone.

She had actually intended to kill him. His blood was really tasty.

It would be such a waste not to drink it up!

Trenton chuckled, treating her words as a joke. "How would you kill me? You are a powerless little girl."

The girl blinked, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked it. "Just by slashing your neck and drinking your blood."

Trenton let her sit on his shoulders, grabbed her fair legs, and walked forward. Upon hearing her words, he chuckled softly, not taking her words seriously, and casually said, "Then you can give it a try."

Upon hearing that, for some reason, the girl felt suddenly softened in her heart and thought that she must be starving, which was why she didn't have the strength to deal with him.

The girl whimpered and held his head. Her soft body bent down and even leaned back. Her head gradually rested on top of his, with her cheek against his hair.

"I'm so hungry," she said.

Her tone was full of grievance, soft and tender.