Men and women should not have intimate contact; although Fiona Schmidt was not that conservative, they were neither family nor acquaintances.
They certainly weren't a couple, and leaning together like this felt too intimate for her!
Her cheeks warmed, displaying a faint blush on her face; fortunately, her cheeks were already swollen with injury, or it would be very embarrassing.
Despite this, Fiona's body stiffened as she dared not move; she slightly turned her body, her nose brushing against his chest.
Norton Abyss was truly not afraid of the cold; at this moment, he was wearing just a black shirt, and her face was inches away from his, seemingly feeling his body's warmth.
The unique scent from his body lingered in her nose, a fresh and pleasant smell giving a clean feeling.
This scent was different from her father's, different from her brother's—a feeling she couldn't quite grasp, making her body even more rigid as her heart raced.
