After such a warm and tight embrace, we both put our clothes back on.
Yet, the lingering intensity that had washed over my body still felt suspended, clinging to my pores as if time hadn't moved. Perhaps my body hadn't fully recovered from the recent emotional explosion.
As I thought about it, my eyes inadvertently fell upon Azalea's faintly forming cleavage—still young, unripe, unlike mine.
Perhaps it would grow someday. Or perhaps not.
But before my thoughts could linger, something pierced me: a gaze.
A gaze that stiffened the back of my neck—sharp, murderous, distinctly hers.
I looked up.
"What are you looking at?"
Ah, she has returned back to her old self…
The little sister I was so familiar with—sullen, cold, and sadistic.
It was truly strange, considering she had just hugged then shagged my body as if warming it, not as a sibling, but… something more foreign. Deeper than love.
Her extreme shifts in character always sent shivers down my spine.
