Minos almost forgot to breathe. "You..."
Sang Luo took his hand. Her almond eyes blinked playfully, her curled lashes fluttering like a butterfly's wings. "Next time you want to give me something, just give it to me yourself. I won't refuse, and I'll be very happy."
She liked heartfelt gifts given in person, not some lofty reward bestowed from on high.
Minos looked down, dazed, at their joined hands, then gazed deeply into her eyes. A strange warmth spread through his heart.
The feeling was completely foreign to him, yet he couldn't help but crave it.
'I want to hold on tight and never let go.'
A necklace with a golden-winged totem appeared in Minos's palm. He said, a bit woodenly, "This... is what I wanted to give you."
"Mhm, it's beautiful. Put it on for me yourself," Sang Luo said, her eyes curving into a smile as she invited him.
Minos's heart couldn't help but race, not with a trace of lust, but with pure, unadulterated joy—a secret delight.
