Kyran stopped typing but grabbed Deirdre’s hand directly.

His hand was very broad. Unlike that man’s chilly hands, Kyran's hand was very hot. It was so hot that the heat would burn the skin.

Deirdre trembled unconsciously. She then felt that Kyran brought her hand toward himself little by little and gradually approached.

She heard him roll up his shirt before slowly putting her palm on his chest.

It happened to be the location where his heart was. When Deirdre felt the warmth and beating heart, she blushed and unconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

Kyran held her hand tighter, all the way down to the waist.

Following that, Kyran released her hand and just dragged his shirt upwards. It seemed to be telling Deirdre that she could touch wherever she wished.

Deirdre was blushing as red as a tomato.

She warned herself repeatedly that this was only to verify Kyran's identity. But because she couldn't see it, everything—the man’s rhythmic breathing, the pleasant smell, and the tex