Miles closed her fingers to cover his eyes filled with direct desire, and pinched his face with her hands, pushing his face away.
"Not coming." Miles warned, feeling the force under his hand that was about to move.
Why is it like a starving ghost reincarnated? Is this a relative? This is cannibalism!
He stood aside and rolled up his cloak to cover half of his face.
The cloak pressed against his nose, and there was a faint smell, similar to some kind of scented twig.
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