Vincent had actually kissed her palm.
Since when had he become so shameless?
Rory snatched her hand back at once.
…No, that wasn't right.
Vincent had never been proper to begin with.
Yuel was the kind who was openly shameless.
But Vincent—he had always been shameless in quieter, subtler ways.
Rory shot him a glare. Knowing full well they couldn't complete their bond yet, and he still had the nerve to tease her first thing in the morning.
Did she look like someone with that much self-restraint?
Obviously not.
"I'm getting up. You should too."
With that, she quickly slipped out of bed and went to get dressed.
Vincent knew better than to push things any further—otherwise, his Female Master might truly grow embarrassed and angry.
If only they could return soon…
All the other males at home had already formed their bonds.
Only he remained.
And he was more impatient than anyone.
