Capítulo 403: Chapter 395. A Warm Cradle (M)

Ah...the feeling of weightlessness...it carried an illusion that he was shedding all burdens. The soft pressure all over his side felt like a caress, holding him tight inside a refreshing void.

He suddenly recalled what Bassena used to describe his guiding; a cradle. A cradle of water.

Is this how it feels?

With that thought, Zein closed his eyes.

But soon, he felt himself getting pulled by his waist, snatched to the surface. When he opened his eyes, he saw the bright, very blue sky filling his vision, before it was replaced by a handsome visage of glistening bronze skin and bright hair.

Zein grabbed the sturdy shoulder in front of him reflexively, just as Bassena hissed in concern. "What are you doing? How can you--"