"Wh… what's the matter?"
Tyr reached out his right hand, his thumb lightly brushed the corner of Meow's lips, and Meow's face turned even redder,
Oh, it's so embarrassing, I must not have wiped my mouth clean just now, so embarrassing.
Tyr's thumb rubbed Meow's lips a few times.
Meow gulped, feeling a tingle on her lips…
Tyr's strong masculine scent made Meow feel as if she were drunk, a bit dizzy.
She heard Tyr say, "Let's go."
Meow nodded dumbly.
Then she was led all the way out.
They took a lap in the garden, stopped at the fountain, and as she listened to the sound of the water, Meow finally realized.
Meow hurriedly said, "Uh… I have something to tell you."
She was afraid that if she didn't speak now, she'd be dazzled by Tyr again.
Just now, looking into his eyes, Meow had a sense of familiarity, but it quickly disappeared, and she felt like she was being drawn into his eyes, as if her soul was being extracted.
Tyr: "Hmm, go ahead."
