ANYONE WOULD, and he meant that no one could still keep their cool after seeing the most tempting scene they could imagine with the person they desired the most all in one view.
In the middle of the supposed-to-be calm scene was a provocative scene of a certain half-naked beautiful man.
He was lying there, weakened—panting and moaning—out of strength to even properly call for help.
His long black hair, which had an uneven cut, probably from fighting a while ago, was scattered in an artistic way, forming an arc on top of his head.
His white skin from his face even to his toes, was blemished with nothing but blush for being brushed either from his tattered clothes, which are now showing some of his bare skin or from the grass laid beneath him.
