Rein gently shook Anna's hair, and under the effect of the high-temperature force field, the swiftly flowing warm air around them quickly dried her previously damp locks.
"Rein, what kind of witchcraft did you just use? The warm breeze feels so comfortable." Anna half-closed her eyes, lying in Rein's arms like a kitten being affectionately petted by its owner.
"It's witchcraft, a high-temperature force field."
"Hmm? Fire witchcraft? Will it burn my hair?" Anna said, but her soft tone didn't convey any real concern.
"Of course not, I can control the temperature."
"Mhm!" Anna's beautiful eyes narrowed into slits.
"Comfortable?"
"Mhm!"
"Your robe is a bit damp too; should I heat it up for you?"
"This..." Anna instinctively felt uneasy but didn't know how to refuse Rein, so she hesitated.
