Miche's voice was exceptionally gentle. Without waiting for a response from inside, she pushed the door open.
Inside the room, Zerev sat by the window, gazing at the sky outside, lost in his own world. Miche tiptoed quietly to his side, her soft, small hands gently resting on Zerev's shoulders. Seeing that he didn't resist, she grew bolder, slowly sliding her hands down and slipping them past the collar of his linen shirt.
Zerev, who had been deep in thought, finally snapped back to reality. He forcefully seized Miche's wrist and snapped coldly, "Get out!"
"Master Zerev," Miche started, still trying to plead her case.
Zerev raised his voice. "Throw her out!"
A Beast Servant hidden in the shadows heard the command and swiftly stepped into the room.
"No, Master Zerev, I didn't mean to! I just like you too much. Please forgive me this once!" Miche cried, secretly regretting her impatience as she begged mournfully.
