"The night's gloom is nothing compared to Winston's stunning, deep black eyes. Even though he always has a blunt countenance, when he occasionally grins, it brightens the entire room. A jawline so sharp it might cut my fingers, but a face like heaven! I feel like I'm holding a bowling ball when I rub his arms after a long, sweaty day. Messing with his fluffy, jet-black hair is like grabbing a piece of cotton candy. He makes sounds that are so bizarre they end up being soothing." I proudly said as if I were chanting a poetic masterpiece, but in my case, the person I was describing was the masterpiece.Meanwhile, Wakkin and Windriel, who were forced to listen to my monologue, ignored me and simply continued to wash their bodies that were drenched with dirt and blood.As expected, it was not easy to kill armed humans, so Wakkin had to help Windriel. Although Windriel didn't do it alone, he looked satisfied with the killing they did today. I hope his heart will recover soon.Back to what
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