"…And what, young master~?" Liana's voice dipped lower, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
"Err… errr…"
"Now now~ Don't be shy~ Tell us… young master."
Gloria's tone was sweet, but when her eyes opened slightly behind her glasses, the air visibly dropped in temperature.
Javier gulped. "A-Ah… you both look… err… s-scary?"
"Hmm~? Don't evade the question, young master~" Gloria's smile didn't change, but her tone left no room for escape.
Javier pressed his lips shut.
Tight.
Sealed.
Zipped.
Nope.
Nothing coming out.
Liana's grip shifted slightly—just enough for Javier to feel the warning.
Then Gloria glanced to the side. "Oh~? Should we take turns guessing, Liana?"
Liana smiled gently. "Yes. That might work better~"
Gloria tapped her chin playfully.
"Hmm… Let's see. Maybe he flirted a little. Like holding hands?"
Javier blinked. Calm. Steady.
"Or maybe…" Liana chimed in, her tone still elegant. "A hug, perhaps?"
A single bead of sweat formed on Javier's temple.
