Beside him, Ingrid dazzled with her long blonde hair that cascaded down, reflecting the golden rays of the sun. Her green eyes sparkled with vivacity, and her slender figure stood out, making her appear even more magnificent.
As they approached the entrance to the mansion, Ingrid, with a soft yawn, confessed, "I'm a bit drowsy."
Luan looked at her with a mix of concern and affection. "Understandable, you barely slept these past days," he said, his voice tinged with worry.
Ingrid gave him a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't feel guilty. I wanted to help, no one forced me. Besides," she winked playfully, "you've rewarded me in various ways, remember?"
Luan feigned a stern look, pointing at her accusingly, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed the jest. Memories of the closeness they shared flooded his mind, causing the fatigue to dissipate and giving way to a mix of desire and tenderness.
