"Really?"
Ben suddenly sensed something unusual. Because at this moment, the little dragon girl was almost crawling onto the bed, burying her small head near his collar, sniffing downwards, her curly hair brushing against his face, making him feel all itchy.
A faint fragrance of a young girl lingered at the tip of his nose, carrying with it a kind of magic that made his blood begin to heat up. Very quickly, he felt his whole body starting to feel hot.
"What are you doing, stop it!" Ben felt his head spinning with confusion. He of course understood the reason. He was having a reaction.
Even though the other person looked just like a mischievous little girl, lacking in both the chest and bottom departments, not to mention she couldn't be compared to Senior Sister, not even as much as the Half-Elf Princess; yet, he actually felt his heartbeat and blood flow starting to race — for a moment, he even doubted if he was a pervert.
