Yuri felt a dull throb in her head. Grunting softly, she withdrew her psychic power.
Tuss, who had been watching her closely, was taken aback. He managed to get over to her, preventing her from falling.
Yuri rested her head on his shoulder, mumbling, "Feels like my head's gonna explode."
Tuss felt a surge of frustration. First, she had to handle sixteen rampaging alphas, and now she had to soothe this alpha whose Sea of Consciousness was nearing its peak of chaos. With such a heavy workload, it would only be odd if she weren't having a headache.
"Want me to give you a massage?" Tuss asked.
Yuri hummed in response, a tacit acceptance.
Tuss laid her head on the armrest of the couch, his slender fingers pressing against her temples and gently kneading them.
Their intimate moment left Rei and the others speechless. Now they really wonder the relationship between the two.
