The familiar scent of roses lingered at the tip of Lynn's nose, sending the demon-transformed brain into a brief system crash.
Because he knew all too well, it was the scent of the Princess.
It had only been a few days since they last met, yet it gave him the feeling of a lifetime apart.
Why...would the Princess appear here?
As this question surfaced in his mind, at the same time, the pressure of the woman's soft and ample bosom was pressed firmly against the back of his head.
"I'm here to rescue you."
Ivyst's voice sounded somewhat lazy, tinged with a hint of sexiness and hoarseness.
Her warm breath, fragrant and musky, gently stroked Lynn's cheek, causing his heart, which had been quiet for a long time, to beat faster uncontrollably.
Rescue me?
Her answer was completely beyond Lynn's expectations.
He remembered how, the last time they parted, his heartless actions had deeply wounded the Princess's heart, and he even faintly saw tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.
