To let her little knight depart with greater peace of mind and to ease the other's lingering thoughts, for several consecutive days, Lyra enjoyed Astrid's most meticulous care. Already at the age of savoring pleasures deeply, and faced with her perfectly compatible soulmate, also the empire's undisputed number one beauty, Lyra, who was still at level 1 in certain aspects, stood no chance of resistance.
Of course, Lyra didn't have any intention of resisting either, warm, soft beauty within arm's reach, two black-stockinged legs loosely resting on the bed, cherry-pink lips gently blowing against her ear, her peripheral vision filled with cascading silver hair falling past the hem of a dress. Just this alone was enough to melt her completely; how could she even think of anything else?
