Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Let's translate this vivid scene into a context more familiar to a Western audience.

Picture this: Leda and York, caught in the gaze not only of each other but also of the watchful eyes of their friends.

Katrina, with a playful tone, nudged Melba, "Look at those lovebirds, aren't they the sweetest?"

Melba, equally amused, replied, "I've never seen the young master take such an initiative with any girl before."

"Is Leda just any girl, though? Regardless of her background, her upbringing is top-notch. The kid's finally done something right."

"The young master knows what he's doing, never misses the mark when it truly counts."

"If he can keep going with Leda, I'd die happy in my sleep."

"Huh? Does the young master look a bit off to you?"

"Does he?" Katrina squinted, taking a closer look. "You might be onto something... And does Leda seem a bit stiff to you?"

Despite being so close, something seemed amiss...

Downstairs, York whispered, "Don't move, my mom's getting suspicious."

"How long has your mom been here?" Leda asked.

"She's been lurking since before you took that call."

This just made Leda even more nervous.

curious, asked, "Why the silence

word, clear as

knew she had to deal with

at York firmly, murmuring, "Kiss

heart

you waiting for?

his gaze deepening, becoming

assertively wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pressing his lips to hers in a dominant, undeniable manner. Leda was taken

intense, a

them some space, don't wanna

"Absolutely."

Katrina walked away.

*Snap!*

was baffled, "What was that for? Why'd you hit

her legs weak, retorted, "Why'd you actually

hadn't slapped him, just pushed his

your idea,"

through gritted teeth, said, "I meant

she wouldn't have bought it if we didn't make it look

many girls out there would

QUMS

a long line of guys waiting to

was

murmured, "Are they better kissers