The fire crackled, casting an orange glow across the icy wall. It was turning darker in the quarry as the night enveloped the 15th floor.
"…This is better."
Della whispered shyly.
With his bare chest open in the chilly air, Fang Raon was hugging Della from the back, holding her close.
She had taken off her shirt and was also completely exposed, but she still had the winter clothes wrapped around her.
With Fang Raon's chest touching Della's naked back, he was transferring warmth to her with his body.
It was working quite well.
Both of them started to slowly recover their lost health, and it was slowly but surely climbing higher.
"…Can you still move at all?"
Fang Raon asked.
He was just trying to get his mind out of the current situation, as it was quite stimulative, and if he had a reaction with his lower half, he would probably want to kill himself out of shame.
