《Another world? what's the difference?》Chapter 39 "Tell me everything"
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[I do care my savior]
"just judging from your intonation, I know you don't mean it"
[really?! you can do that? ahahaha. You're really an interesting human]
"...i take that to prevent any worst scenario. You do know it's necessary"
[it is. But you know.. don't you think it's a bit cruel?]
"why? I'm not forcing her"
[....well]
"she is the first one that gives herself"
[.. you're right]
"do i ask for this situation?"
[no, you're not]
"does she need love to become happy? do you think my affection not enough?"
[hmmmm, she's happy. That's for sure]
"so why did you say that I'm cruel?"
[I mean...errrgh, I'm confused now]
".....can i rest now?"
[well, I think it's enough for now. I'm waiting your next result]
"yeah, just wait"
The voice disappeared and Yana fell into the darkness. He rested well for that night.
-fuuh- he opened his eyes. The cold breeze woke him up. He sat on the bed and saw to the outside of the window.
"hmm, still early. Maybe around 5 AM?"
"good morning sir Yana. 5...AM?"
He could hear a sweet voice beside him. He almost forgot what was happened last night.
"morning Shanti. That's how we, in my world, call the time"
"ah, i see"
He looked at her. She already wore her clothes and even tied her hair. She still tried to overcome her embarrassed feeling. Looking at her awkwardness, Yana somehow wanted to tease her.
"it's really cold. Hmm, I've heard that you have cold tolerance because of your warm blood and that warm fur"
"that's right sir Yana. I told you about that..."
Shanti still didn't get the clue. He needed to push even more.
"would be nice if someone can share with me that warmness" He glanced at her
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After he said that, Shanti hugged him tightly and her warmth made Yana feeling comfortable.
"it's really warm. It feels so nice" He patted her head
"I.. I'm glad I can be any help for you sir Yana"
Shanti blushed but she was feeling happy too.
"so, how's it feel? usually you already at the ritual place for praying right?"
"hum, i almost go there when i woke up earlier but i remembered what we already did so.."
"can't change your mind now"
"of course sir Yana! I'm already made my mind when I knocked the door"
"ahaha, i know"
"I just find out you can be mean sometimes sir Yana" she pouted
"you hate me?"
"no, i won't be able to hate you sir Yana" She shaked her head
"good then"
"so...i need to announce my retirement as the village's shaman"
"yes, let's do that first thing in the morning"
"understood"
They were silent for a moment.
"still...Shanti"
"what's wrong sir Yana?"
"you're not in your mating season, yet you're this bold. Will i have a problem in three or four months?" He turned his sight to her
Suddenly his body was being pushed to the bed and Shanti was on him. Her expression showed her protest feeling.
"i... I'm not that kind of woman!!"
"this situation doesn't prove that" he smiled
She just realized what she did just now. Her savior was below her with no clothes on him.
"no! it's not....i"
"ahaha don't worry. I don't mind" He touched Shanti's face
"you're being mean again sir Yana...."
"ahaha, sorry"
Shanti moved and Yana wore his clothes. He did his usual routine to work out. Shanti just watched him. She still couldn't believe what just she did last night. Where's the courage came from? how could she do something like that?, sometimes she didn't understand with herself.
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It took ten minutes before finally Yana finished his workout. He approached her and talked to her.
"before that Shanti, tell me everything about you. Especially all of you skill"
"of course sir Yana. I already give my one true loyalty for you" She bowed
They sat on the chair and started their conversation.
-----( Chapter 39 "Tell me everything" )-----
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