Arianell made sure that she was sticking to him as much as possible. He was a gentleman growing up in a still conservative world, where the skinship between the genders was very limited even between married couples. He was exceptionally weak to her shameless shenanigans, and she knew it well.
Her heart was racing, but she could hardly feel any reaction from him. Does her action have no effect at all? Even his breathing was hard to detect, as the chest she was lying on didn't move an inch.
Luan was holding his breath. He made sure to not show her any vulgar response, which could gross her out. No matter what, he can't scare her off. He left out an awkward cough, but the girl wouldn't let go. In the end, he just accepted the flame inside him erupting into a huge bonfire, as he patted her back, patiently waiting until she was satisfied.
"Arianell, what were we eating yesterday?" The question came out after a while and he felt a huge lump leaving his throat.
