"I wasn't—I didn't cling to you!"
In my embarrassment, I blurted out such a cliché response. Which was actually more embarrassing than the fact that I did, in fact, cling to him.
"Is that so?" the Demon Lord stood up, then walked toward me casually. He stopped beside me, and waved his hand to clear the spot on the table as he sat there, silver eyes looking down at me. "Shall I remind you, then?"
I laughed nervously. "That is so generous of you, my Lord, but I don't think that would be necessa—"
"Let's see," he cut my word with a merciless gleam in his eyes, a smile piercing through my embarrassment. "You were grabbing my arm so tightly, not letting go even after you threw up all over our clothes,"
Oh my god.
I could only stare at him with pressed lips as he talked with a soothing tone as if reading a children fairy tale. But the content was just fueling the red flush on my face.
