Slightly Moved

When the Hell's Lord heard her voice, he immediately turned his head to look. When he saw her slipping upon the stones under her feet, he leapt forward towards the side of the pond, and went forward to catch her almost by instinct.

But, when her person fell into his arms, he was suddenly startled and he froze.

A young lady's petite figure crashed into his arms, the soft body stuck against his sturdy and firm chest. The faint fragrant scent of herbs that belonged uniquely to her wafted into his nose, stirring up a tiny ripple in his heart…..

That pair of fair white hands were tightly gripped around his shirt collar before him, her tiny face buried within his chest. He could only see the smooth and luxurious ink black hair and the little person in his arms then raised her head in startlement, her eyes meeting his lowered penetrating gaze. At such close proximity, their four eyes meeting each other, an unnamed emotion then spread through his heart.