After the passionate kiss ended, Ricard and Zeline were busy taking in as much oxygen as possible.

Zeline caught her breath as if she'd been out of a marathon. Her gaze sharpened on Ricard. Without warning, her palms landed on Ricard's handsome face. The very unprepared Ricard was dumbfounded by what Zeline had done to him.

"A reward for your compulsion!" Zeline hissed.

That man held onto his right cheek, which felt hot from Zeline's slap. Before Ricard could speak, Zeline interrupted again.

"Where's the room to rest? I'm tired. My body is sticky. Ah, to show your responsibility, prepare my clothes because I don't want to sleep in these...