The afternoon light was soft and lazy, making the air by the restaurant window all the more lingering.
As delicious dishes were served, Lanci and Talia gradually let go of their reservations.
"Ah."
Lanci cut a piece of tender veal with his fork, dipped it in a rich sauce, and brought it to Talia's lips.
Blushing, Talia opened her cherry lips, and soon a spoonful of food was fed to her, with a hand poised beneath the spoon to ensure no food fell on her.
These overly intimate actions drew envious or teasing looks from others, but Lanci and Talia had no time to care.
They were so focused on each other that they used up all their mental energy.
Despite this, Talia's body remained tense and she found it hard to relax as before.
Lanci, feeding her, kept his movements conservative, yet she felt as if she were being embraced by him.
But Lanci feeding her was really gentle, making her feel like she was melting.
Talia's heart screamed continuously.