Aya paused what she was doing when she sensed Shii staring at her, and she could smell his breath because he was so close. The thumping in his chest became more intense. Heat that is absorbed closer to the sensation she is attempting to avoid. Her feelings were never far from her mind.
When she looked up, their gazes locked. Her eyes spoke to him as if he had something to say to him. But she tried to forget about it because of the way she felt. She couldn't bear looking at Shii. She appeared to melt, and she didn't want to believe that he still loved him. She is not the woman Shii should love.
She rushed to clean Shii's wounds. But all she felt was it grab her hands and cup them in his large palms. Then she stood up and sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist, which was wrap
