Baron Lawrence's arm immediately supported her, and he stood up steadily, walking up the mountain.
As Enna Clark lay on his back, she realized that his back was even broader and more solid than she had imagined, each step bursting with a man's power.
Step by step.
The warmth of his skin permeated through the fabric and onto hers. Enna suddenly felt an indescribable heartbeat. It was as if she had a deep sense of not being alone, which was especially reassuring.
They walked like this for half an hour.
Enna saw a layer of fine sweat on his forehead and couldn't help but say, "Baron Lawrence, let's stop and rest for a while before continuing."
"Didn't I tell you not to talk to me while climbing the mountain? I can't stand the sound of you panting!" After finishing, he hoisted the person on his back up a little higher and continued up the mountain.
The setting sun in the west dyed the scenery at the foot of the mountain a brilliant orange color.
