'I'm not as spermy as you are.'
The woman gave Anastasia a blank look while packing her medicine box.
'Che, you obviously can't find such a good looking man, our little brother is handsome and rich, and most importantly, he's in good health.'
Anastasia didn't bother with this detrimental friend, smiled and disliked her twice before kicking the person out of the room.
'Anastasia... what exactly is your origin?'
Looking at the wild and unruly Anastasia, Greyven had to re-examine her.
Initially, he thought that Anastasia was just a simple chaperone, but now it seems as if that's not the case.
'Little brother ...'
Anastasia grabbed his hand and placed it over her heart, forcing him to meet her eyes.
'It's too soon to tell you what I am, all you need to know is that I won't hurt you.'
'Feel my heart, does it beat fast?'
Warm and soft touch under the palm, Greyven and then carefully feel, is a powerful heartbeat ...
