The two of them were so close that the moment Vizet moved, Luna heard his breathing.
He moved very quickly. Just as Luna noticed it, his hot breath was already brushing against her cheek.
Perhaps it was because they had come to a new place, perhaps because she was tired after spending the whole day shopping, or perhaps for some other reason...
Luna only felt that Vizet's breath was scorching hot, like a ball of flame, searing her until a tingling, numbing sensation rose through her.
Immediately after, a damp touch landed, just like raindrops extinguishing a flame.
The two sensations, so sharply different, appeared one after the other and caught her completely off guard. Even her legs went a little weak, and her body tipped backward.
Vizet reached out and supported her shoulders, pulling her into his arms in time.
Luna let out a soft cry of surprise, her body leaning forward involuntarily as she crashed into Vizet's embrace.
Their eyes met. Vizet's eyes were full of laughter. "What's wrong? You're very tired today, aren't you?"
"Mm..." Luna hummed softly, her voice trembling a little.
She raised her arms and slipped them beneath Vizet's armpits, wrapping them around his waist like Devil's Snare, holding him tightly—more tightly than Vizet was holding her.
Though her body grew softer and softer, she felt incomparably secure at that moment.
She turned her face to the side, showing the spot Vizet had just pecked. "What if it leaves 'that' behind? Isn't it best not to cast magic right now?"
Vizet blinked, his eyes carrying a touch of innocence. "But I didn't use any force..."
"Really..." Luna had just been about to say something when she felt that familiar scorching breath again.
She watched Vizet's face draw closer and closer, and then another damp