Selma Payne's POV:
I could tell that he wanted to kiss me. Anyone who saw his pitiful and cute expression could read his thoughts. To be honest, this was also what I wanted to do. I realized that my feelings for him were not simply platonic but a more profound and more passionate love.
I was thrilled that I did this. When he kissed me madly, I felt like I had a fever. My breathing was heavy, and I almost couldn't breathe. The heat in my body almost ignited me. We both loved each other deeply. This was such a precious thing.
I could feel his delirious emotions. At this moment, only the two of us were in the world. We were equal in enjoying this world.
He was my lover. The other half of my body, sharing my honor and disgrace. My partner in my life.
