Untouched Temptation

‘Ah. That’s right. She couldn’t speak.’

A flicker of guilt passed over his face.

The irritation he had felt earlier vanished in an instant.

Had he really just sulked because she had treated him like a pervert?

When she couldn’t even communicate properly?

The reason he hadn’t started a fire was simple—this area was too exposed.

Anyone passing by could spot the flames, and those “anyones” were most likely former comrades—people he had no desire to cross paths with.

That was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

And yet, seeing her trembling so hard, he sighed and quickly removed his cloak.

But a single cloak wouldn’t be enough.

She was far too frail.

While he, on the other hand, had a strong, resilient body—he could survive a cold night.

She, however, might not.

With a resigned sigh, Calix started unbuttoning his outerwear.

Click. Click. Click.

One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing his smooth, bronzed chest.