Chapter 438 - 437. Day Of Parade (2)
Roan’s face was visibly red as we walked through the bustling festival street. Just to tease him, I held his hand, and the erratic rhythm of his pulse was more than enough to tell me what was running through his head.
"We’re bound to run into familiar faces, Roan," I said with a mischievous smile. "If they see your red face, they’ll probably assume you finally managed to get yourself a woman."
He shot me a sharp glare. "Shift back to your male form!" he hissed under his breath, clearly mortified.
I shrugged with exaggerated innocence. "Isn’t it stranger to have two men strolling around the festival together? What’s the problem with this? Aren’t I beautiful?"
Tilting my head up, I gave him a sweet smile and fluttered my eyelashes for effect. His pulse spiked again—obviously.
"Stop that!" he groaned, averting his gaze. "I’d much rather walk around with a man than an eye-catching girl like you."
"That’s rude," I chided, trying not to laugh. Then I added with a sly grin, "Besides, would you prefer I strolled around as Reina instead?"
His face drained of color in an instant. He snapped his head toward me, wide-eyed. "What did I ever do wrong, Master? Why must you torture me like this?"
I burst into laughter and patted his back comfortingly. "I’m sorry, Roan," I said, still smiling.
The vibrant noise of the festival buzzed around us—colorful stalls lined the cobbled streets, laughter echoed from every corner, and flower petals drifted lazily through the air as children ran past, their hands sticky with sweets. Amidst all the festive chaos, Roan trudged beside me with the air of a man defeated—not by battle, but by embarrassment.
We wandered more casually after that, sampling street food and admiring the various attractions that decorated the lively festival grounds. The scent of roasted spices and sweet confections filled the air, mingling with the sound of music, laughter, and merchant shouts.