. . .
There inside that room, Jin felt his cheeks getting flushed. Underneath all his disguise, Zeirenne was able to reach his true persona. He smiled while patting her head.
"Don't worry, I won't get recognized, silly," he pulled both her hands, making her face him, "You couldn't even recognize me. There's no way they can beat you to it."
Behind a googly glasses, his eyes surveyed Zeirenne's face as it folded into a tight grimace. Gently, he raised both her hands up to kiss them one after the other, "It's alright."
Zeirenne pulled her hands away, crossing them together, "You were that persistent in putting me under anesthesia earlier," she said while squinting her eyes on him, all suspicious towards his actions, "Perhaps.... did you plan on drugging me to sleep before forcibly taking me out of this mansion out of my will?"
"Tsk. What do you mean out of will? You're making it sound like you wanna stay here."
Jin flicked her forehead and she grunted with an, "Ouch!"
