"What are you scared of?"
Hiss—
Andifa Morodia was startled, his shoulders shaking violently as if he were a young beast encountering his natural predator, instinctively shrinking into himself.
A two-meter-tall, Zeta Rank (6) magician was trembling under the grip of a girl barely one and a half meters tall as she spread her fingers and pushed on his scalp.
The scene was quite comical.
"My husband."
Nariya whispered softly.
Her slender fingers, like knife blades, gently swept across Andifa's scalp, sliding down his face as if her nails were going to separate his skin and slice off his face.
"Don't be nervous, dear."
The Lolita with a strong man?
