The hair was so soft, so fluffy, that it had a comforting, healing quality.
He could have kept stroking it forever.
Tenby had frozen in shock, he opened his eyes wide, but what truly sent a chill down his spine was the sharp, ice-cold gaze stabbing him from behind and it was from Dominic.
Tenby's face had gone pale too, he visibly shaking under the intense stare that felt like it could turn steel to frost.
Shiao Yi had no choice but to calm Dominic down by stroking his golden hair, kissing him, whispering again and again—despite the embarrassment—that no one could compare to Dominic, that Dominic was the most important one. Only after all that did the anger finally melt away.
Even now, remembering it made Shiao Yi want to look off into the distance in shame. It was a deeply awkward memory.
Tenby himself looked like a solid middle-aged man—average build and height, at least by this world's standards.
