"What did little Kunas want with you?"
At the party, Link asked Ivanka, who was beside him, with her fragrant scent.
"Did you see?"
"My eyes are only for you."
Link was holding her svelte waist, feeling the warmth that her soft skin radiated, and did not wish to let go at all.
"Such a petty guy."
Ivanka gave him a coquettish glance and said softly, "Little Kunas just wished me a Merry Christmas, I thanked him, and then I came over here."
"Why not chat a little longer? Don't worry, I'm not that petty."
Link spoke magnanimously.
"Really? Then let go of me, and I will go have a chat with him."
Ivanka blinked her curled lashes.
"No need. Walking around in high heels seems tiring. Let's just stand here and listen to everyone else's conversations."
Link held Ivanka even tighter.
With a smile curving her lips, Ivanka leaned compliantly against him, their body temperatures mingling.
"Link, are you interested in politics? I think you entering politics would be a fine choice."