When Lyra turned her head, her lips almost brushed against Dylan's cheek. She leaned back, and Dylan held her waist and pulled her forward, "It's only for about five minutes, Lyra. Don't miss such a beautiful scenery."
Lyra didn't struggle or resist his embrace but calmly said, "The Siberian Blue Eyes are as beautiful as rumored, but it would be better if it weren't you accompanying me to see them."
As her words fell.
She could clearly feel that Dylan's arm around her waist was slowly tightening.
Lyra pushed his arm away worried it would hurt her stomach, "I feel uncomfortable with you holding me like this."
Dylan's arm, which was pried off by Lyra, dropped to his side.
As Lyra was about to leave, Dylan suddenly reached out, grasped her arm, and called out in a deep voice, "Lyra."
