Immediately after, Zahara fell into a warm and solid embrace, their bodies pressed tightly together.
The warmth against her body made Zahara's heart suddenly race. After a moment, she collected herself and struggled while warning, "Mr. Brown, please control yourself."
Xavier chuckled softly, slowly leaning close to her ear, and whispered in a tone both ambiguous and slightly sarcastic,
"Before, it was 'baby' and 'puppy boy', now it's just 'Mr. Brown'. What's the matter? Don't recognize me with clothes on anymore?"
These words made Zahara's thoughts drift back to the past, her cheeks unconsciously turning red.
She blinked hard, sighed helplessly, and finally gave up resisting.
Seeing Zahara like this, Xavier's emotions, which had almost sunk to the bottom, finally began to lift.
Xavi
