A reward?
Westheid met Reiya's lively, expectant eyes. He used his world-class intellect to ponder for a few seconds, then his gaze fell upon the Silver-haired Dragon Lady's cherry lips.
Their curve was perfect, their color pure and lovely, as beautiful as flower petals.
They were truly irresistible.
So Westheid gave in to his impulse, knelt on one knee on the bed, and leaned in close to Reiya's lovely face.
The young woman's sweet breath brushed against his cheek. Reiya's body temperature was indeed much higher than a normal person's, and the vapor in her breath carried a unique, subtle fragrance that no crude perfume could ever replicate. It was a scent that emanated naturally from Reiya herself.
But just as Westheid slowly closed the distance, about to kiss her, the White-haired Dragon Lady suddenly ducked her head, neatly dodging the kiss and pushing him away.
"I'm sorry, West..."
'Oh no. Haste makes waste. Am I turning into some kind of creep?'
