Ch. 115 Entire Breadth of His Literary Skills (1)

Louise’s eyes locked onto the court official, and time seemed to grind to a halt. The official’s startled expression slowly turned into a smile, and he lifted a finger to his lips as if to say, “Quiet.” Then he pointed towards Ian.

Or perhaps–

Or maybe it was just her hopeful thinking.

That was a disaster-level scenario. Louise’s first impression in history would be enormous.

Kissing.

The young official would probably use the entire breadth of his literary skills to portray the scene as vividly as he could.

While Louise’s mind was swirling about the appearance court official, a languid voice murmured against her lips.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead over Louise’s shoulder. His hand, which seemed like it would never let her go, finally loosened its grip.

Ian heaved a sigh.

His sigh became heavier.

He wrapped his arms around Louise’s waist again.

He called that terrible? No, how could he say that! The male lead is good at anything he does, even for the first time!

He was doing great. She could probably turn into cotton candy from her shoulders to her legs and simply melt.

Louise muttered to herself, and Ian looked down at her.

Louise answered him awkwardly, touching his arm that was around her waist.

This was beyond mortifying. It was especially mortifying to compliment someone else on their kissing skills too.

Louise nodded vigorously, but he still looked doubtful.

His brow gently wrinkled, and he leaned so that their foreheads were touching together.

Louise hastily tried to think of an excuse. Perhaps it was better not to tell him that they were caught by the court official, and the court official would let go of it quietly.

There was concern etched on his features, and Louise quickly shook her head.

Louise suddenly felt guilty, as Ian seemed genuinely troubled.

He shook his head gently, dropping his forehead. Something scary must have crossed his mind.

What the hell is this guy! If that was patience, then what was he like when he didn’t have it?

Ian let out a short chuckle as Louise fixed him with an incredulous stare.

He changed the subject in a calmer tone.

Louise found that wholly unnecessary, but for some reason she didn’t want to stop his efforts.

Now the pervert has to pay taxes to the pervert. What should she do about this shameful state of ruin?

Louise quickly denied it, but Ian didn’t look like he believed her.

He had a look of disappointment as he pressed his lips against her head.

When he said that, she felt like she was being bound up by evil spirits.