"Why is your body so cold?"
Chloe chuckled softly.
When this woman wore a stern expression, she exuded an air of valiance, so much so that one might mistakenly think her an extraordinarily handsome man.
Yet when she smiled, all traces of heroism at the corners of her brows dissipated. Her eyes seemed to shimmer, making her appear more alluring than any other woman.
Her features weren't what one might call stunning, but the way her unique aura shifted gave her an irresistible, deadly allure.
For in ancient aristocracy, indeed, a large portion harbored deep affections for the same sex.
With Chloe's looks and charisma, in this peculiar era, she was undeniably captivating to both men and women.
An all-encompassing allure without any blind spots.
"Rest well. If you need it, I can find someone to warm your body for you, but promise me—not now—"
"Once you've recovered from your injuries, all the previous conditions will be yours to decide."
Chloe's face was filled with affection.
