Chapter 23 - The Impoverished Ricdorian Is in Full Swing (4) (1/2)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: SKAIS

Exhausted, I squatted down, with a little distance away from him, gazing at him with sincerity that I couldn’t express earlier.

“I’m sorry.”

I can’t help but feel compunctious. I was ignorant that something like that would happen when I supplicated Lenag. ‘Everything would be fine’, that’s what I anticipated. But realizing his true strength, even the guards Lenag assigned to him are incapable of handling him.

But didn’t I enjoy reading this book with him tied up in chains? I caught myself staring at his deep cerulean eyes but then as I remembered something my forehead frowned.

I asked for nothing. I didn’t ask to wake up in this novel…inside this prison, in the first place! I ranted in my mind.

Lamenting, I poked the end of the chain with my fingertips.

“But…I don’t feel happy doing this.”

Ricdorian, growling at the handcuffs with his teeth exposed, stopped and gawked at me.

“Was it good though? I really do hope it’s good.”

Ricdorian: “…”

His eyes that looked ravenous, in a flash, turned diaphanous.

His sapphire eyes that I once saw on the outside as violent, rough, and feral…now, convey calmness and are so fiery like blue flames.

I reached out slowly, despite being afraid of getting bitten, believing that the whole shooting match will turn out well.

As expected, he gently laid out his cheeks for me to touch. His coarse silver hair rubbed against my palm, as well as his soft skin.

I still can’t believe his skin is this good when all his life he was placed in prison. Life is indeed unfair!

I was about to unwittingly pinch his cheek when he suddenly paused.

But no, it’s more like he became stiff rather than he paused…And in just a blink of an eye, his ears gradually turned red, his cheeks in a feverish bloom….his neck was red as an elmo doll.

“You’re back, aren’t you?”

“Then why didn’t you run away from my touch?” I asked and held his ear.

Just then, he bawled and stepped back. I felt this before when he was a beast, but I was still startled at his speed.

He doesn’t have to run away like he saw a very wicked person…though being mischievous at times like this is not appropriate.

“Why, why, ah, you’re still here?”

“Do you want me to go now?”

I caressed the necklace that had not been taken off his neck. His eyes shook as a response to my question.

“Don’t be too shaken up. It’s embarrassing. Also, I stopped your sudden berserk today.” Of course I’m partly to blame for what had happened.

I poked his neck. Just looking at the two restraints in his neck feels so heavy, what more for him who wears it.

For the meantime, I just couldn’t take my eyes off the necklaces when I promptly felt a pull. As I lowered my gaze, I saw Ricdorian vaguely pulling the hem of my dress, pursing his lips.