Chapter 39

Chapter 39

At that moment, Lioren didnt care about his image anymore. He lay in Dora’s arms with a face full of utter resignation Even through the towel, he could still feel the warmth of her body and the gentle strokes of her drying

His amber eyes stayed half open. The sharpness and pride that usually lived there were gone, replaced by a blank hare of humiliation, fury, and the bone-deep weariness and acceptance that came after all that struggling

Dora carefully patted the moisture from Lioren’s fur wish the towel, her movements tender.

Seeing him in this state, Dora finally couldn’t hold back a low laugh. She tapped his wet nose lightly with her fingertip. ‘All done. All clean. You smell so good now, kitty.”

Dora deliberately emphasized the word “kitty” to break the awkwardness between them.

Lioren let out a feeble meow in reply, then buried his head deeper into the towel, refusing to look at this female who had her eyes on him anymore.