"Speaking of which…"
Annan noticed that Maria seemed somewhat unhappy.
Then he immediately changed the subject, "I chose to send an envoy to Noah at this time... actually, it's because I was worried about you running into trouble here."
"Are you worried about me?"
Kafney whispered into Annan's ear.
Her long hair at the temples fell along Annan's white robe onto his collarbone.
This made Annan feel a bit itchy, wanting to reach out and sweep it away.
But at that moment, Kafney hugged him even tighter—her right hand around Annan's waist tightened slightly, causing his upper body to lean back a bit and lie on top of her. Kafney herself leaned back on the sofa in turn.
She pulled her hair to the front of her left shoulder, and Annan's long hair to the right shoulder, burying her head into Annan's neck, and took a deep breath.
