"Aesther… what are your hands doing?"
Ezrahl asked in an uneasy voice, his dark unreadable eyes staring down at her.
Aesther was behind him earlier, but now, she slipped her hands into his pocket and stepped close. It was a near hug, and her concerns were oddly genuine in her mind.
"Well, my fingers are getting cold." She rested her head on his back and murmured, "Ezrahl, you are really nice and warm."
"..."
He tensed up and after three moments passed and Aesther still did not move, Ezrahl could no longer hold back. He coldly stated.
"Enough."
"Mhn, you're becoming warmer." Aesther laughed, teasingly embracing him from behind. "Don't you like hugs, Ezrahl? Why are you so stiff?"
The air was becoming too hot, and Ezrahl was taken aback and baffled by Aesther. He took a shaky breath and darkly hissed.
"Stop it!"
