Chapter 232 — My Woman.
The two had already taken their hands off of each other. However, hers lifted as well as her toes, only to reach his countenance.
Gentle like the diaphanous being she appeared to be in her inconsiderate condition, Marianne's palms touched his jaw. To then reach his ears, taking prudent hold of him. Lightly pulling him towards herself, softly, purely, gracefully... with a fixated gaze on his hues.
"....."
The closing act made him skip a beat at her decisive movement. Therefore, Zeleskiaz naturally leaned as she led him her way, entranced by the glorious air she was.
Hesitatingly placing his hands on the thin wrists of hers, wanting to caress them as he felt how warmth was needed in her cold skin, the man leaned.
And the more he bent... the gaze of hers never retreated from his.
"... My Lady...?"
Eventually, he asked Marianne, who simply observed his handsomeness with inward awe.
"....."