Though equally soft, it's much more delicate, as if... there's a natural difference between men and women.
That unusual sensation is very subtle, difficult to describe with words.
"Ugh..." Amid the man's distraction, Fiona Schmidt suddenly rolled over, sleeping on her side facing him, bringing them closer, almost able to hear each other's breath.
As if sensing it, Fiona's body trembled. In her dream, she felt as if she missed a step, waking up with a start.
When she opened her eyes and met the man's blood-tinted gaze, she was momentarily stunned, her previously dazed expression suddenly turned clear.
"What are you... doing?" She blinked, hoarsely asking, staring at the man's face just inches away, completely holding her breath.
She always knew Norton Abyss was handsome, but at such a close distance, he was even more striking, to the point of angering even the gods!
