Shantar

This girl was bewildering. I couldn't read it. Couldn't smell her desires. Only the alluring aroma of wild strawberries, which did not allow to concentrate and collect thoughts in a heap. For me, it just smelled amazing and that's it. No recognition of desires, no clues about what's in her head.

It was not difficult for me to determine that the brown-eyed woman brazenly deceived me. No, I could not understand it from her, but from the one who tried to impersonate Dayana. The smell of her lies was incredibly infuriating, but I did not give out my knowledge, intending to digest all this and make a decision as...