He Was A Person Who Loved Me

"Eh?" I turned bright red. I still had to find out the strategy he used to say things like that as easily as breathing. 

My back was hurting along with my hands and legs. It was as if I would break apart at any moment. I was still panting badly. He had called the maids to bring water and towels for me. 

It was so cool that they could communicate through their minds. I wished I could do that too. But since, it was impossible. 

He took two towels from them and wiped my face, neck and other revealing parts. It was embarrassing that he was spoiling me in front of others, but it seemed like he paid no heed to that. 

"Your heart is beating like a drum," he said. 

"Thanks to a teacher who made me work like a bull," I muttered.

He laughed. "I prefer wolf," he said. "Your breathing seems to come to normal a bit."

"Hmm, I can breathe..."

"But your face is still flushed. That's cute."