Seeing the female's flickering gaze avoid his, the brown-haired Beastman's narrow eyes narrowed slightly. He actually reached out and intimately caressed her cheek. "I never expected to meet such a beautiful female on this trip."
Seeing her cheeks instantly flush from his words, the smile in his eyes deepened.
He reached out, took the witch's hand in his large palm, and began to knead it.
The Beastman's palm was a bit rough as he suggestively caressed the back of her hand. Though the witch was inwardly triumphant, she put on a shy display, trying to pull her hand away a couple of times for show.
She had expected the Beastman to hold her hand tightly and not let go, but unexpectedly, she managed to pull it free on her second tug.
How awkward...
The witch's hand, now slightly red, lingered in the air for a few seconds before she pursed her lips into a smile and rested it back on her lap.
