After drinking a little wine, Irene seemed to be much bolder. She raised her head slightly and looked at the handsome face in front of her. Somehow, she tightened her arms around the young man and moved closer to his lips.
Locke seemed to be aware of that and his body stiffened for a while. For the first time, he didn't dodge.
A gentle kiss was left on his lips.
All of a sudden, Locke felt that his mind was lost as if his soul had been sucked away by the warmth. He was in a trance.
Boom!
During this time of distraction, the small universe in Locke's body vibrated, and the two people in the sky also trembled.
At the same time, Irene, like a panicked deer, was scared into Locke's arms.
Locke also woke up in an instant. Regardless of the fleeting warmth, he quickly controlled the chaotic divine power in his body.
...
A few minutes later, they finally landed in Irene's yard in the count's mansion.
What made Locke speechless was that there was no maid in the yard.