Nux's gaze was calm, but there was that teasing spark again, that infuriating glimmer of amusement dancing in his golden irises. In that instant, all her courage shattered like glass. Her shoulders drooped, her head lowered, and she looked like a flower that had lost its sunlight.
Her throat tightened. No sound came out.
She bit down on her lower lip, teeth pressing into the soft pink flesh, then reached out weakly and tugged at Nux's sleeve. Her voice was small—almost a whisper drowned by the rustle of leaves.
"Um… handsome~" she murmured, voice trembling.
Then, as if realizing what she'd just said, she blinked and quickly tried to backtrack. "C-can I use that word instead of… you know, calling you?"
Nux raised an eyebrow, pretending to look genuinely puzzled. "What did you just call me?"
Hera pursed her lips and tried to look pitiful, her golden eyes shimmering with a foxlike charm. "Handsome~ Please, let me off, alright?"
