Orinan's hands glided upward from Arlan's chest to his shoulders, where she held on for support. She subtly shifted her body closer to his, her face drawing nearer to his, her gaze fixated on his lips.
Arlan, with his eyes half-lidded, watched her in quiet contemplation. Anticipation surged in his heart as he wondered how she would take the lead- Will she be shy or bold?
When she came within mere inches of his face, she whispered nervously, "Could you please close your eyes, Your Highness?"
Despite her boldness and recklessness in other aspects of life, intimate moments like these evoked the same fear and nervousness in her as they would in any other woman. Furthermore, beneath his watchful gaze, her anxiety only deepened.
Despite his inebriation, Arlan comprehended her words and obediently closed his eyes. Witnessing this, Oriana felt a surge of relief and summoned the courage to finally proceed with the act.
