"Hey, you promised you'd take responsibility for me."
By the lakeside, Yetta Astir wrung the water out of her hair, then took a piece of clothing from her spatial pouch, wrapping it around her head in an attempt to dry her hair.
As she looked at Basil Jaak, her eyes were brimming with blissful love.
Faced with Yetta Astir's playful, coquettish tone, Basil Jaak could only reply with indulgent agreement.
Inwardly, he reflected on Yetta during their time in Rong City, and their journey together to Cloud Province. Basil couldn't help but sigh—women truly were unpredictable.
The Yetta he knew back then carried an air of masculinity, even a touch of cold distance, the kind of woman who wouldn't dream of acting coy.
And yet now, not only had she mastered the art of being coquettish, she was demure and gentle—almost like a delicate bird perched beside him… As Basil thought about it, he couldn't suppress a chuckle. Could this be attributed to my "training?"
