The moment those words left her lips, she suddenly intensified her touch.
Feigning disappointment, she withdrew her hand, her fingertips still tinged with his warmth.
But just as her hand left, Alza grabbed hold of it.
He enclosed her forearm tightly with both hands.
Strangely, though he was the one being oppressed, kneeling on the ground, he seemed like a fish thirsting for three days and finally encountering water, his eyes filled with a plea for help.
"Female Master, don't leave... I can do it, I really can."
He choked out the words, trembling with a kind of desperation that defied everything.
He held her hand against his burning face, his fingertips slightly quivering.
Selene wasn't the type to hold herself back.
She always believed in taking advantage when the opportunity arose.
When good fortune presents itself, it's foolish to pass it up.
Especially when it's the kind of rare excitement that makes her heart race and blood boil, there's no way she'd let it slip away.
