Sensing the faint sweet fragrance drawing closer to him below, Noah endured a hard time suppressing the crazy thumping sound of his heart.
Clenching the quilt tight, he struggled to keep his eyes shut tight but his eyelids flickered consistently due to nervousness. For a few seconds, he even hitched his breath as countless assumptions ran through his mind.
On the other hand, peering a deep intense gaze into him, Xanthus slowly lifted his hand and touched the bruised area of his face with his fingertips. He grimaced with a displeased frown while observing how badly beaten his face was. Given his fair white complexion, those bruises looked even more prominent on his skin under the moonlit.
Feeling the soft caress of his fingertips on his bruises, not only it stung but also the thumping sound of his heart escalated even crazier than before.
