"Whoa!"
With a shout, the carriage halted, and Milante, who was sleeping in the cabin, abruptly fell forward onto the chest of the woman opposite.
The voluptuous curves provided a perfect cushion.
"Such a pleasant scent."
He murmured.
The woman also realized what happened, but did not push the man away; her face turned as red as a cooked lobster.
Because Milante was incredibly handsome, with shoulder-length golden hair, and sharply defined features that seemed sculpted by an artist.
In addition to his tall stature, his short tunic and long pants couldn't hide his graceful demeanor.
The woman had never seen such a handsome man.
Even the wandering bard who visited the village before seemed so ordinary by comparison.
So she was willing to let him sleep a bit longer, or even have a bite if he wanted.
Milante woke to the soft sensation, looking at the skin within reach, sun-bronzed wheat color, slightly rough on the surface.
But they were indeed impressive!
"Sorry!"
