After his expression darkened for a moment, Yuan Lang suddenly chuckled. "I'm quite certain I don't have bad breath. It must be because you're too far away. Yue, would you like to get a little closer and confirm?"
Wu Yue looked at the single finger's width of distance between them and silently wiped away a bead of sweat.
'If this isn't close, then what is?'
As she thought this, her gaze unconsciously fell upon the Beastman's lips.
'Hmm, they have a nice shape. No fine lines, and they look so plump and soft. They'd probably feel great to kiss.'
"Want to try?"
Still lost in her own wild fantasies, Wu Yue was startled by the Beastman's amused voice.
She then realized she had just unconsciously said her thoughts out loud, and her face instantly turned beet red.
"Haha... um, let's just forget it. Even though you're a Beastman, your innocence is still important. Kissing and all that should be saved for your own mate."
