"Why did you suddenly say that?"
Shiayar was stunned for a moment, and the movement of caressing the long legs came to a halt.
"Because, I've already had the experience."
Isadella sat up slightly, crossed her arms, and looked at Shiayar with a teasing smile.
"Every time... as long as you decide to do something."
"The more difficult and dangerous the thing you're facing is... the more you like to put on an unaffected demeanor in front of us, those who care about you, so that the risks of that matter will not be detected by us."
"Because you're afraid we'll worry, no matter what you face, you always think of carrying it all by yourself, afraid of dragging others down because of you."
"For example, right now—"
Isadella looked at Shiayar's right hand that had just been let go from her thigh, then cheekily wrapped around her waist.
"Although you're quite lustful on a regular basis, you still restrain yourself due to the concerns about your image and demeanor..."
