Medeia couldn't even imagine having another potential husband besides Lucian.
In her mind, Lucian was perfect and no one could replace him.
She didn't understand this feeling either, but it wasn't important.
Lucian held her hand and smiled so brightly that she was almost blinded by his handsomeness. He said, "Aren't you such a sweet talker?"
"I'm not!" Medeia pulled back her hand, but Lucian held it.
"I'm lucky to have you, too." He lowered his head and suddenly kissed her palm.
[Achievement Unlocked: Kissed on the palm by Lucian!]
[Reward: +100 XP, +100 C Points]
Medeia froze at the unexpected gesture, her heart racing as Lucian's lips brushed gently against her skin. The warmth of his touch lingered, causing her face to redden in a second.
What the hell was that?
Other men would definitely choose to kiss her lips, but he kissed her hand instead!
Ridiculous.
Is he a saint of what?!
