Lirian rubbed his cheeks as the stinging pain coursed through them like an electric shock.
"What the hell is going on?" Lirian wondered aloud as he rubbed his cheeks like a child who just got smacked, 'How is this even possible?' he thought.
When suddenly his eyes widened in realisation, Lirian focused on Bell, and started to look through his eyes.
In his vision he saw that Izlandi was huffing and puffing with her nostrils flaring in size, and Bell was lying flat on the ground with two swollen cheeks.
"Urgh, damn it," Lirian cursed in internally at his own stupidity.
When Lirian looked at Izlandi in her red dress that showed of her fair and long legs, she was quite stunning, and her face had all the nobility and elegant beauty of the elves, the only thing one could complain about was that she wasn't particularly curvy.
Lirian realised that she was the perfect target and type, that Bell got him himself off too.
