"Haaah...."
A gasp escaped her lips.
Soft. Breathless.
Mirea's chest rose and fell where she lay slumped in the chair, one arm flung over the backrest, sweat trickling slowly down the curve of her neck.
Her legs were limp, parted slightly, and her mouth hung open as if trying to remember how to breathe.
"Ahn~"
A moan slipped past.
"Haah… how… how could something this ugly… be this tasty?"
The silence broke with laughter—not hers.
Across from her, Vex leaned back in his chair, one leg draped lazily over the other, arms behind his head like a smug bastard watching the aftermath of a conquest.
He tilted his chin slightly. "Of course. Any ugly thing in my hands becomes beautiful."
Then, a brief pause, his smile sharpening. "Though I can't say the same for your attitude."
Mirea's eye twitched.
