"Why are you sleeping so far away? Am I going to eat you?"
Amelia Lockhart didn't know where to put her hands. She looked up and saw the playful glint in Ethan Quinn's eyes. Remembering her task, Amelia gritted her teeth and threw her arms around his waist.
She silently chanted the Heart Clarity Spell in her mind.
'I'm really not trying to defile the High God's body! He's the one who took his own clothes off!'
Ethan Quinn was stunned.
He had imagined she might get flustered, or even angry from embarrassment. He never expected she would look so…
…ready to face her doom, like a martyr marching to her execution.
Ethan Quinn once again began to question his own charm. It seemed Amelia truly harbored no improper thoughts about him.
"Aren't you going to hold me?" Amelia Lockhart suddenly asked, lifting her head. She had just gotten comfortable and was starting to drift off, but she noticed he still hadn't put his arms around her.
