Lilia slowly raised her face when she heard Jean's words. The only source of room's lighting was the dim light from the lamp on the wall, so Lilia could only see Jean's dark blue eyes.
Jean sighed and wrapped his arms around Lilia's shoulders. He pulled the woman into his arms. Lilia's scent that smelled like flowers tickled Jean's nose, making the man tighten his embrace.
"Are you not used to sleeping with other people?" He whispered in Lilia's ear.
Lilia buried her face in Jean's chest, "Yes." She replied in a muffled voice.
Jean rested his chin on Lilia's head before asking again, "So you've never slept with your brother?"
The moment he asked that, Lilia's body turned stiff for a moment. Jean wanted to beat himself for bringing up a sensitive topic. As the youngest child, most of Jean's childhood was spent with his siblings. He sometimes forgot that not everyone had a good relationship with their siblings as him.
