|| Chapter 398 || In A Chase
Moulin appreciates the warm steam from the teacup held within his fingers. A soft smile adorned his face. It is sweeter and brighter than precious daylight. Leaning on the table in front of him was Jagra who was admiring the look on his friend's beauteous face. Even as the aphrodite aged, he looked even more beautiful. He had quite a feminine look before, Jagra remembered. However, now he had a tinge of handsomeness, possessing a gentle and ferocious tone. One would find it difficult to look away from him.
"Good tea," Moulin muttered raising his teacup to Jagra who smiled proudly. Then he sighed comfortably as he leaned his back on the window frame. The warm light of the room gently caressed his whole body. He looked exquisite, as though he came out of an oil painting.