Skin Reactions Or Something Else II

Yurei pulled back from the kiss after a few moments.

Her breathing was uneven—rushed and slow at times—as she stepped away.

She went low to lift up the blanket, clutching it tightly as she wrapped it back around her body.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes burned with both anger and embarrassment.

Ryuen didn't move from his spot; his smirk became softer, unlike the mock-filled one he usually wore.

"Get out of your head, Yurei," he said as he walked past her, brushing his shoulder against hers intentionally.

"You're going to overthink this to death."

"Overthink?!" she snapped, spinning around on her heels to face him.

Now, he was lying at the edge of his bed, leaning back casually with his arms behind his head, watching her with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"You kissed me, and now you're just sitting there like you didn't do a damn thing!" she half-yelled, her grip on the blanket tightening.