"Ian, I'm very sorry about those dead guards!" When I heard the word 'battlefield', I couldn't help but think of the guards Ian murdered for me because I caused Ian to lose his men. Why did I always bring trouble at critical moments when I only wanted to help him?
I lowered my head, buried my face in the palm of my hand, and cried quietly. Ian squatted beside the bathtub, gently took my hands away, and kissed the tears in the corner of my eyes.
"Don't cry, baby!" Ian said, "For you, I would give everything, including my life!"
Hearing him say that, I cried even louder. I never thought I could have so much love from Ian. And I never knew that Ian loved me so much.
"Baby, I want you!" Ian muzzled the sound of my crying, and his kiss was so strong that I almost suffocated. Ian held my head with one hand, and his other went straight into the bathtub to the softest flower path in my lower body.