I can't help it. I want to break away, but I'm afraid she'll be unhappy. But if I don't break away, it's hard to get burned by the real fire.

Well, she didn't make me feel bad for too long, released me in time, saw my face a little reddish, burst into a chuckle and laughed: "Why are you still shy? Like a little girl."

I'm not shy. I'm clearly burned by the fire. If I hadn't tried my best to restrain myself, and now it's not a good occasion, I'm afraid I would have corrected her.

I took a deep breath, stabilized my mood, and the real fire in...