The red haired mediator before Coco was panting heavily and sweating profusely, as if he had been running as fast as he could to catch up to her.
The mediator bent down and accidentally stumbled forward, making Coco catch him with open arms almost immediately.
"Careful." Coco warned him softly, stabilizing him before she quickly let go of him, as if she was touching a scorching hot pot on a stove.
Zaque's body was still panting from the sprint he had just finished, his face was flushed and sweat-soaked, his shirt sticking to his chest with sweat, making his large and beautiful pecs visible—
Coco shook her head.
It was a sight to behold, but Coco did her best to keep her eyes on his face.
He was clutching a picnic basket tightly in his hand, his fingers gripping the handle so tightly that his knuckles were white, the picnic basket swinging slightly in his hand.
