Inside the bubble house, soft lighting cascaded through the pink bubble walls, shrouding the entire space in a seductive warm hue.
Carina lay sideways on the soft, large bed, a white silk blanket thin as a cicada's wing draped over her body.
The silk blanket barely covered the curves of her body, yet failed to conceal the faintly visible spring scenery. Silver-white long hair scattered across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her slightly flushed cheeks.
Her face was flushed red, whether due to the airtight air and rising temperature, or because of something else entirely.
She turned her head to the side, looking at the man leaning against the window, and pouted with feigned grievance:
"Boer, you're so bad--" Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a trace of coquettishness, "--using electricity on me..."
Boer leaned against the window, a bathrobe draped casually over him, exposing his sturdy chest. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, gently swirling it, a teasing smile hanging on the corners of his lips.
"Wasn't it Carina herself who said," his voice sounded lazy, "that she wanted to play something thrilling with me?"
Carina's face grew even redder.
She turned her body away, presenting her back to him, pressed her legs slightly together, and curled herself into a ball.
Boer put down his wine glass and walked to the bedside. He reached out his hand, gently brushing across her pristine spine.
The tactile sensation was as delicate as silk, carrying the lingering warmth of contact; the places where his fingertips slid past stirred up minute tremors.
Carina rolled over, that pair of bright, large eyes looking at him pitifully, her eyelashes fluttering gently:
"Has Boer finally lost self-control... and wants to eat poor Carina up?"
Boer looked at that expression