Wizet straightened up on the sofa and reached over to pull the blanket from the other side.
As he covered them with the blanket, he saw Luna's slightly flushed cheeks. Unable to resist, he gave her forehead a light peck.
Luna's eyelashes fluttered again. Familiar with the drill, she launched her counterattack and gently nibbled at his collarbone.
The first time she had done this, Luna had not been able to control her strength very well, and it had been easy to leave red marks behind.
After doing it many times, she had become skilled at it and could control her strength well enough to ensure that no marks were left.
Although Luna believed that, Wizet could still feel a faintly damp chill coming from his neck.
Especially now that it was winter, the chill was far more noticeable than it had been in autumn.
"I feel a little cold..." As Wizet said this, he began adjusting his position, shifting a little closer to Luna.
He saw Luna close her eyes, with only her eyelashes trembling softly. So he shifted again, moving closer still and wrapping an arm around Luna's waist.
The distance between them grew even smaller, and they could easily feel each other's breathing.
Luna lightly tilted her head over and rubbed it against Wizet's chest, finding the position that made her feel safest.
A satisfied curve formed at the corner of her lips. Her hands naturally wrapped around his waist as she breathed in Wizet's scent.
"This is much better..." Wizet lowered his face, brushing against Luna's hair. The scent of grass and plants lingered around his nose, faint yet soaking into his heart. "What do you think?"
"What do you mean, what do I think?" Surrounded by warmth, Luna's voice turned lazy.
"Of course..." Sensing the