Nell Harris really wanted to cover her face. In this era, people were still very conservative. Everyone passing by was looking at them. She felt not only her face but her entire body was burning. However, this did distract her quite a bit.
Nell Harris lowered her head and softly said, "I actually feel much better now. My stomach... doesn't hurt as much anymore..."
She just felt that something was not right all over her body. In this season, she wore few clothes. Leaning on Dylan Young's chest, she could clearly feel the temperature of his body passing through the thin layer of clothes. His unique masculine breath lingered at the tip of her nose, dry and crisp, intoxicating her as if drunk.
Because he had been carrying her while walking, a layer of sweat had formed on him, making the heat from his body even more intense. Nell Harris felt as if she was being held by a steamer, and he held her very tightly. She could clearly feel how powerful and reliable those two strong arms were.
