She felt the other person slowly lower their head, their gaze seemingly falling on her face. At last, in silence, he kissed her palm again.
He led her to sit on a sofa in the room.
In the quiet night, the pitch-black room, the sound of the ocean waves roared not far away, each wave in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Aldana Candi curled up her legs, leaning against the man's side, feeling the cold chill from his body gradually passing through the thin clothes.
So cold... Is he sick since it's so cold?
Why is this man so cold?
The thought of him being ill made her somewhat sad.
The other person refused to speak, so Aldana Candi could only talk for the sake of talking.
"Did you change my clothes?"
His fingertips moved slightly in her palm, and Aldana Candi recognized it as a "√".
She couldn't help but chuckle, then said, "How could you change my clothes without my permission."
He tickled her palm with his fingertips, and Aldana Candi felt he was acting coy.
