In the height of summer, Count Glamorgan, at the top of the Dawn Mage Tower, in the private area of Female Member Jialan Veronica, the master bedroom.
The newly installed air conditioner blows bursts of cold air inside the room. On the soft large bed, a pair of lovers are embracing in sleep. Outside, the sun is bright; inside, there's a bizarre scent.
The esteemed Count softly gasped twice. He closed his eyes but felt a brush of hair sweeping across his face.
It feels ticklish.
Laine tried to dodge, but the warm and soft jade-like figure lying on his chest clung to him tightly.
"Alright, dear, don't tease~" Laine had no choice but to open his eyes.
Veronica was lying on top of him. The Jialan Witch's sweet, heart-shaped face was filled with happiness and suspicious blush. Her slender jade hand grasped a strand of her hair, sweeping the black-brown strands over Laine's face.
