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.

"Why the silence after such

word,

a responsible person, she knew

looked at York firmly,

heart start

waiting

deepening,

slender waist, pressing his lips

was intense, a tangle of lips and

some space, don't wanna

"Absolutely."

Katrina walked away.

*Snap!*

was that

retorted, "Why'd you

slapped him, just

was your idea," he

through gritted teeth, said, "I meant for us

bought it if we didn't make it look real. York added, "Besides, kissing

girls out there would

QUMS

"Funny, because there's a long line of guys

was

he murmured, "Are they better kissers