บท 138: Melodiös

Dropping his hand which slipped down my cheek to cup the nape and side of my neck, he pulled me closer, leaning down with his sturdy tall frame and spoke in a whisper tone even I, myself, had to strain to hear. "Blu, I am a jealous man. Even if it is female or a pet." stiffening, I could not speak. Words seemed so hard to say at the moment. His breath was hot. The grip tightened, making me shiver.