"We can see that the young lady has decided to leave and that she truly wants to go, so we won't discomfort you," a vixen suddenly said, making Ivy smile secretly in her heart with relief. She hadn't realized that her discomfort was so obvious to the vixen, even though she had used the most perfect smile she had practiced over the years.
Awkwardly, Ivy nodded to the vixen before turning to Lucien, who was lying unconscious on the stone bed. For a moment, she wasn't sure if he was truly asleep. She couldn't help but touch her lips.
Was the kiss real? Did he kiss me? Or was it his perverted nature taking over while he was asleep? I'm not sure... I'm not even that close to him. But why does my heart race like drums being played in excitement?
As her thoughts swirled, her hands subconsciously went to her chest. She felt warmth—a fuzzy emotion she hadn't experienced in her dull, sad life before.
