The scent of heather permeated the cave, faint but laced with a peculiar, arousing fragrance.
The clamor that had filled the air gradually faded. An Jin dressed herself and got up, intending to give him some time to recover.
To let him process the immense crash from that momentary bliss.
"Ah Jin..."
Seeing that she was about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed her hand. His voice was delicate and soft, yet held a hoarse, suppressed quality.
Xi pulled her into his arms, enveloping her completely. He rested his sharp chin in the crook of her neck, nuzzling against her. "I like Ah Jin so much..."
"So, does it still hurt now?" She took a deep breath to steady her breathing, then reached out to stroke the reddened corners of his eyes, her gaze falling on the wounds on his body.
"Mmm~ It doesn't hurt anymore. Nothing hurts at all." He took her hand and pressed it to his cheek, rubbing against it. "Ah Jin is so good to me..."
