Chapter 118 - Poison Immunity is a Hoax

"Love, there is 'over the top,' and then there is you. First it was golden incense and shrouds. Now it's kaleidoscopic flames and multicolor incense. What's next? The sun, the rain, the moon, the stars and the mountain? You put the bar too high already. In the future, how will you top that?" Jiyan asked with a zest of sass. Undisturbed, Harun placed his left hand on her forehead, releasing a surge of incense that healed her wounds and erased the blood stains—then kissed her temple. "What can I say? I did not choose splendor. Splendor chose me. And the best proof is…the girl I have in my arms," Harun replied with a radiant smile, making Jiyan's cheeks blush for a second—just a second. "Shameless…" she whispered, yet made herself more comfortable in his grasp.