No Strings Attached

When was that, exactly?

Wasn't their first encounter in that alley?

When lan saw that she was finally asleep, he didn't disturb her tranquility. Instead, he tucked away his confusion deep within his heart.

The next morning, as Clara fluttered her eyelids open, the first sight that greeted her was lan's scruffy, bearded face, shadowed with dark circles under his eyes.

A pang of sympathy struck her, and she gently caressed the stubble. Her voice sounded raspy from sleep. "Honey, it's time for a shave."

lan looked down and kissed her forehead softly, asking in a whisper, "Would you stop loving me if I had a beard?"

Clara chuckled, "No, it's just... I'm not used to it."

"I'll shave in a bit. Does your wound still hurt?"

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her hair tenderly and murmured, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. As long as you and the

arm had been pinned

beneath him. Thankfully, his other arm braced their fall, sparing her wound from the impact. The position, however,

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looking better. I even caught them making out just now, so her wound can't be that bad, right?" Clara's cheeks flushed as she looked at him. "Ian just lost balance because his arm was numb

his expression loaded with innuendo. "I see. And here I thought lan was letting his animal instincts take over. If that were the case, Sasha,

"Since when did

she's feisty, like lighting a match to gunpowder. If she's not like a firecracker, then

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