Ethan is moving to Lillie's quarters, much to his relief. If it were his instead, their privacy would've been disturbed due to the glaring fact that Death's room was just across.

That was Grandmaster Wei's plan initially. Luckily, Lillie managed to 'convince' him that it would be a bad idea. ​​

After they watched Death being pummeled into the ground—though, he showed them a great fight. He managed to land a strike on the master six times.

Lillie guided Ethan to her quarters with a first-aid box. Once inside, she asked him to remove his shirt so she could apply salve on his bruises.

The master was merciful enough to not hit his face. It would've been a hassle to remove and put on his fake face again.

"This became a frequent occurrence, hasn't it?" Lillie gently spread cool salve on the red-turning-purple bruise on his arms and chest.

Her smooth, slender fingers aroused delightful shivers in its trail, tickling him to the bone.

Ethan can feel his stomach flutter at every tender touch; his heart throbbing and breath silently hitching.

D*mn, he's so wife-touch deprived that an innocent rub of salve on his skin was triggering his inner beast.

"Well, ever since I discovered that my lovely wife was a meticulous nurse," The corner of his lips curled into a teasing smirk. "I can't help but become her frequent patient."

"Other people would think you're a masochist if they ever heard you." Lillie shook her head and smacked a bandaid on his scratches, earning a whine from her kinky fiancee.

"Let them think what they want. Why would I resist the idea of my lovely wife touching—"

"I'll seal off your mouth with bandaids if you don't stop."

"How about you seal it with a kiss instead? That would be most effective."

"No."

"Aw, come on, don't be stingy." Ethan pouted and put on a pitiful face. "Won't you at least reward me a kiss after the near death experience I went through?"

Lillie closed the first-aid and put it on the nightstand. She turn to face Ethan again and said with all seriousness, "Just one."

"Five."

"One."

"Five."

"One for two minutes."

"Make that five minutes."

"...fine."

The kiss didn't end in five minutes, and it wasn't one.

Their supposed short kiss turned into full blown passionate with tongues wrestling for dominace. Without the two even realizing it, they were entangled on the bed.

Lips still locked, Lillie was pushed down the bed while Ethan climbed on top of her.

"You didn't hold on to our agreement." Lillie breathlessly said, breaking away from the kiss upon realizing they were going deeper into the pool of love and lust.

She panted, trying to regulate her breathing after their not-one-in-five-minutes kiss.

"Neither did you." Ethan huskily muttered, smirking. Mischief creased his eyes as he stared down at Lillie like a predator to his delicious prey. "You didn't stopped."

"You had me trapped, I couldn't move away." She puffed angrily, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"Wife, you and I both know very well that you could've easily pushed me off."

Lillie whipped her head sideways to avoid his ravenous gaze. She refused to tell the real reason; that she lost her strength because of him.

"Oh, and if my memory serves me correctly..." Ethan leaned his face closer until Lillie could feel his hot breath caressing her cheek. "Earlier, you said you'll let me 'fondle' you." He air-quoted.

"Yes, and I said later."

"Later is now, dear wife." He traced his nose from her cheek down to her neck teasingly.

"I meant later tonight, Ethan." Lillie's voice quivered. "Besides, I promise to take you around the Academy today, didn't I?"

"That you did." Ethan sighed and slumped beside her on the bed, pulling her for a cuddle. "Can't it wait tomorrow?"

"Alright,"

Ethan looked at her with hopeful eyes, "Then can we—"

"Nope. Since you don't want to go out, spend the day resting." Lillie quickly denied without letting him finish his sentence. "Master already battered you up pretty nicely. If he caught us doing it in broad daylight, you'll be done for."

Ethan groaned, now having second thoughts with their stay here. "How can we be assured that he wouldn't come storming in at night to check up on you."

"He wouldn't. Unless one of us screams at the top of our lungs."

"That wouldn't be me." He snorted, then chuckled when Lillie smacked his arm at his innuendo.

"Master may be old, but don't underestimate his ears." Lillie smiled helplessly.

"Sly. Really sly, Lillie." Seems like kissing and cuddling will have to do for now—not that he's complaining. Those are lovely too.

"So are you up to our stroll now?" Lillie stroked his hair. Ethan settled his head on her upper arm and buried his face on her chest.

His voice was muffled but she heard a coherent, "Fine."