Lola's eyes went wide, though she wasn't the only one with that reaction. One couldn't blame her, what Edir had done was not at all like a prisoner fighting against a Guardian, however, it wasn't like a couple solving their problems either.
"Hey, how are you feeling? That was a pretty good fight, wasn't it?" Edir smirked, looking at Crita.
Crita was slowly coming to her senses, and the first thing she noticed was Edir's hand on her ass. It seemed Edir wasn't going to stop enjoying her firmness.
"Have you no shame at all?!" Crita exclaimed, waving her arms and legs with a flushed face.
Edir lifted his chin, then abruptly lowered his head, almost colliding with Crita's foreheads. His narrowed eyes were directly in front of her, and the tips of his hair fell over her cheeks as if trying to hide her embarrassed face from view.
