Joe took advantage of the woman's distraction and pushed her aside.
Smelling the cheap perfume lingering on his body, his frown deepened.
Because she had been sticking close to him, his body inevitably got tainted with that strong perfume and the powder from the woman's face.
Joe looked at the small white stain on the front of his shirt, and coldness began to emanate from him uncontrollably.
"Ouch..." The woman Joe had pushed to the ground sprawled on the floor.
Her arm scraped against the ground, and a wave of pain surged through her.
She let out a soft groan.
The look she gave Joe was filled with a hint of resentment.
This man really doesn't understand romance at all! she thought to herself. Though, if not for such a rare specimen, she wouldn't bother tangling with a man like him!
Joe coldly watched the woman before him who had already stood up and was ready to pounce again, lips pressed tight under the mask.
