A soft embrace was always hard to leave, especially with that faint, lilac-like fragrance enveloping Aurelian's face.
Like delicate, tender hands slowly brushing across his cheeks.
But Aurelian was panicking inside.
He wanted to lift his head at once and explain himself to the girl before him.
This was actually an accident. He hadn't done it on purpose.
But after thinking it over and over, he still didn't dare raise his head, because he was afraid of seeing those cold eyes brimming with killing intent.
This wasn't a joke. Someone could die!
How about lying here a little longer?
He pushed his head farther in, so he could avoid the raging waves outside.
Everything happening outside had nothing to do with me.
After a while, Aurelian could no longer stay still.
What was going on? Why wasn't Miss Maid reacting at all?
Strange. Too strange.
In truth, he had already prepared himself for a thorough beating.
Should I lift my head and take a look?
Doubt rose in his heart, and with this anxious, wavering feeling—
He nervously raised his head, from atop those towering peaks.
Her cheeks were pink. At some point, Miss Maid's icy face had flushed red, like a ripe apple.
Mist clouded her sky-blue eyes as she gazed at Aurelian in a daze.
He froze.
What was going on?
After he had done something like this, shouldn't Jeanne have wanted to kill him?!
Unable to make sense of the situation, he decided silence was better. What if trying to explain only made things worse?
Would Miss Maid think he was some huge pervert?
After agonizing over it again and again, Aurelian finally gave up. Better put his head back where it was.
He would take things one second at a time.
He resigned himself to it.