Looking at Helair's mischievous and teasing actions, Fisher's breath became extremely rapid in an instant. He didn't know why, but clearly, Helair wasn't even female, yet always carried a faint, comforting fragrance.
That scent was hard to describe specifically; if Fisher were to give it a rating, he'd probably just say "pleasant" and that's it.
But the feeling was resonant, like lying comfortably in the shade formed by dense sunflower fields in the afternoon, wrapped in the cool soil yet still able to vaguely see the sun in the sky.
Unable to control himself, he reached out towards the white robe Helair had lifted with one hand, wanting to touch her tender, fair skin through that thin robe. But just as he was about to touch her skin, she very wickedly let down the white robe she had grasped with one hand, it fell like an iron block, knocking down his outstretched hand.
