Bab 247: Sharing The Same Brain Cell

The cold and dry crisp weather felt pleasant, and the quietness surrounding them was peaceful. Hunter shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and relaxed his shoulders while Hera wrapped her arms around her front and walked beside Hunter. They were strolling in the backside of the premises away from the prying eyes. 

Opening her mouth, Hera blew out a puff of cloud smoke and giggling to herself, kept repeating the process, relishing in the fog coming out of her mouth. Hunter let out breathy laughter at her childishness. "We can go back if you're feeling cold," Hunter suggested, but Hera shook her head. She was enjoying their alone time, just the two of them with no one to plot against them or disturb their peace.