"Nnngh…"
Aranea slowly opened her eyes. The moment she did, her eyesight adjusted to the orange skies above them, indicating that the day was about to end.
'What happened?'
Aranea slowly sat up. She checked her surroundings and saw that Leonel was in an Indian sit, his face beet red as he had both of his hands on his face.
"Stop moping," Elenea said, giving him a towel to wipe his sweat off due to the training. "Both of you did not expect what would happen next. Aranea's face landing on your crotch is an accident."
"Aaah…" Leonel shook his head in embarrassment, "You don't have to tell me what happened earlier…"
Hearing this, Aranea's eyes widened. Her mouth was ajar as she put both of her hands on her face, slapping it red as she exclaimed in terror when she remembered what happened earlier.
"So… the soft-going-hard sensation on my face was not my imagination!?"
