Their skin touched, and their sweat mixed together without distinction. Losiya held Julian with one arm while holding a handkerchief in the other.
Gently and meticulously, she helped Julian wipe the sweat from his forehead and face. Julian, unusually resistant, turned his head away without saying a word.
Looking at the side of Julian's face, his perfectly handsome features had completely lost their usual sacred aura, now flushed with a delicate redness from the inside out.
His lips were tightly pressed together and quivering slightly, as if holding back some kind of anger.
She cautiously examined his right eye with the white flower mark—whether it was her imagination or not, Losiya felt it, like Julian's overall presence, had become noticeably more alluring.
"Aiya, are you angry?" Losiya put on a wronged expression and reached out to touch Julian's face.
"You were too reckless just now\..." Julian closed his eyes and couldn't help but lightly knock her on the head.
