'What? Why is she acting like that?' Solomon hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning the lower half of his academy shirt, exposing his bruised midriff.
Lune stepped closer, the faint pink tint returning to her cheeks. She gently pressed her bare palm directly against the warm skin between his chest and navel, closing her eyes in deep concentration.
The stream chat immediately spiraled into absolute chaos.
[LazyCat: OH MY GOD??]
[User12: the tension is peak right now.]
[GoonLord: WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING?! WHY IS SHE TOUCHING HIS STOMACH?! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! I MEAN... KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF, SOLO MAN! DO NOT BREATHE ON HER!]
Oblivious to the chat's meltdown, Lune attempted to push a thin, probing thread of her own aura into his meridian pathways.
However, the energy simply pooled at the surface. It met a solid barrier inside his core and failed to circulate through his body.
