The Tail Is Not My Responsibility
In the darkness, the warmth of an embrace amplifies the sense of touch infinitely.
Marcus said earnestly, "Lora, I have no control over the transmission of information. It releases itself as soon as it senses your presence, just like your mischievous little vine. Sometimes, it can be quite unruly."
Silently, Lora pressed down on the fluffy tail hanging from her skirt and asked, "Doesn't your tail fall under your responsibility?"
Marcus's expression grew even more serious.
"No, it doesn't."
Not only does his tail not fall under his responsibility, but it is also quite mischievous, with a total of nine tails!
Lora's vines were already overwhelmed and couldn't handle it all.
Moreover, she dared not get too close, as the thorns on those flowers were poisonous.
In short, this night was filled with the fragrance of cedar and roses, intertwined with passion and tenderness.
The next day, as Lora woke up, Annie sadly watched her companions board the spaceship and leave.