Mino slammed Yanai against the wall, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"Yanai, do you have improper thoughts about Nina?"
Yanai opened his mouth, but no denial came. Instead, confusion flickered across his face. "I… When you liked the little female, what did it feel like?"
He had never allowed himself to think about such things before. For years, cultivation had been the only thing on his mind. He had never liked a female, had never paused to understand what liking truly meant.
Mino's eyes narrowed. "Do you find yourself stealing glances at Nina without realizing it?"
Yanai thought for a moment. "…I guess I do."
"When she comes close to you, does your heart start beating faster?"
Yanai nodded.
"And when she touched you today, did you feel numb and tingly all over? Comfortable? Like you didn't want her to stop?"
The memory surged back—the warmth of her fingers, the electric thrill beneath his skin. His ears turned red as he nodded again.
"That's it then."
