The girl's voice lilted softly, reciting words from a Kun opera. The sound of her voice, sensual and mellifluous, held a special charm under the ambiguity of the night.
Following a beat, the man caught the implication in Hannah's words. Even a man as cavalier as him couldn't suppress the warmth that spread upward. His face flushed, a delicate rouge tint spread to his earlobes, as if obscured under a red veil.
The individual who ordinarily disregarded the world like an emperor had wholly been dethroned.
The spots where their skin touched seared like burning fire, the scorching temperature nibbling at his remaining sanity bit by bit, spreading along the skin and into the veins.
The man lowered his gaze to the girl's fetching face, her eyes lit up with a mischievous smile, akin to a cat who had just stolen a fish, relishing at her own claws gleefully.
His prior sense of loneliness was swept clean with the girl's teasing.
Who had time for storytelling now?
