Asura leaned against Mu Xue's chest, her hands slowly combing his raven hair with a silver comb and brush.
After meeting the woman who caused a sense of terror and powerlessness greater than the woman who almost killed him. He felt comfort in the caress of Mu Xue, the feeling of her brushing and combing his hair nostalgic for him.
"Do you remember when you first came to our home?" he asked, stroking her pale blue thighs.
Mu Xue no longer hid her devil bloodline, while still a faint blue, to keep her parent's features, but Asura felt that his Mu Xue was the best after all.
"I do—before my wounds fully healed, I would comb you from behind like this because I feared you would become scared of my face. The childish Asura was so lovely. He would tell me stories while I brushed his hair. Hehe, you always mentioned growing up to be the best man for me."
"Ah!?"
