"Um, you're a bit warm..."
Being so close to his chest, she felt his warm breath and the rapid beat of his heart.
Eva Nightingale raised her hand to touch him, poking his chest.
Something must have upset him, the man suddenly caught her little mouth and bit it: "Little one, let's... reconcile."
In the end, he was the first to speak.
In front of her, keeping cool and abstinent, but in seconds, he'd crumble!!
This time, it was nothing else, purely because he felt sorry for her, that's why he spoke up.
Little one, let's reconcile.
Reconcile.
Eva's mind went blank for a moment: "Huh?"
"Crown Prince, what did you just say? Did I hear wrong?"
"It seems I misheard, and didn't hear clearly either!"
His deep, phoenix eyes shimmered with waves, quickly flashing a dangerously discreet look as he spoke: "Reconcile, darling."
"Return to me."
"Let me hold you and sleep every night..."
