Pure water, pure water, more pure water, pure water, pure water, more pure water, pure water, pure water, more pure water, pure water, pure water, more pure water, pure water... Pure water tastes so good...
Especially being so close to her, closer than in the compartment on the road.
And the posture was so thrilling.
He finally freed a hand, and gently touched her flawless, pale face again—
Cold.
A slight chill.
From fingertips.
Penetrating his heart.
Causing that burning longing of his, like pure water, pure water, more pure water, pure water, pure water, more pure water, pure water, pure pure water, pure water, more pure water, pure water... Pure water tastes so good... more pure water, pure water, more pure water... like pure water... Pure water tastes so good...
Was the Goddess saying she was unwilling?
Waldor Jones seemed to instantly sense her thoughts, why was it when caressing her cheek on the road, there wasn't this cold feeling?
Why...
