Hovering invisibly by the bedpost, the System let out a strangled, digital gasp.
"Host! What are you doing?! He is trying to nurse you back to health! Why are you aggressively attacking his masculinity?!"
Heena completely ignored the lion. She kept her eyes locked on Samuel, her breathing visibly shallow, a faint, feverish flush spreading across her pale chest and neck.
Samuel's eyebrow twitched. The dangerous, calculating predator behind his golden eyes slowly began to wake up. He looked at her flushed skin, the erratic rise and fall of her chest, and the sheer, desperate aggression in her stare.
He was a genius scholar; it didn't take him long to do the math. She was in agonizing pain, and she was deliberately picking a fight to provoke a physical reaction—using her own arousal and sheer Vanguard aggression as a desperate painkiller.
