"Oh, fuck, face wash."
"I have no regrets in this life."
*Feeling his entire face deeply buried in the crevice, with a faint scent of fruit lingering faintly, Lynn instantly thought today's reckless gamble wasn't all that bad.*
He discreetly took a breath, then reluctantly lifted his head.
However, considering the present situation, as he raised his head, Lynn restrained the lingering expression of delight and returned to a calm demeanor.
At this moment, the mask had long since fallen, revealing Ivyst's exquisite yet aloof face. Her demeanor had reverted to its usual regal and imposingly cold state.
*It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but his fantasy.*
*After all, being an Imperial Princess, the grace and majesty instilled in her from childhood were etched into her very bones.*
*Ivyst was far from the kind of woman who would descend into hysteria or chaos. The tears she shed earlier were arguably a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.*
