World After Worlds
Chapter 355 - 355: § MEADOW §

Kraig was not that hard to read and there's one word for his overall personality, he's a hypocrite. He was also a very selfish man like Lyndon, but different from Lyndon, he doesn't show it in a vulgar manner.

"Is that a secret?" Kraig paused when he heard Yanarym's dry tone.

He looked at her and saw her expression become dull. She let go of him, giving a distance between them. She turned to face him with a solemn face and looked at him.

"If that's a secret, I suggest that you rather keep it to yourself," Yanarym uttered in a grim tone. "You can't trust me with it," Kraig peered at her, and her expression turned perplexed, "I will do no good knowing your secrets."

"Of course, I can," he mumbled to her as he sought for her hands, but she retreated. "Rym, what's wrong?" She shook her head and was about to back away but he quickly grabbed her by the hand. "Stop retracting, if you have some concerns say it to my face. Why are you going away?"

He clenched his jaw and perilously gaped at her, he didn't like it when she was behaving so distant from him.

Like this one, he doesn't like it when she becomes cold or snobbish to him or just simply evades him. It was making him anxious, maybe because they were spending less time together. He was aghast by the notion that her love would lessen as well. And her actions justified his anxiety.

"Because I don't want to hear what you're going to say, " she dismally replied.

"Come here," She landed on Kraig's arms after he tugged her hand towards him. "Don't get too far." He made her turn her back on him and then wrapped his arms around her waist. "I hate it when you do that." He murmured to her ear.

"A-alright, I won't… so don't whisper to my ear. It's ticklish." She flinched as she stuttered. Getting the reaction he wanted, Kraig grinned and licked her lobes. "N-no…" she whimpered and crumbled into his arms. His smile widened seeing her cheeks flushed. "D-don't!" He squeezed her closely and nibbled on her earlobe. She attempted to get away but her body was starting to get sluggish as she trembled.

"I was supposed to tell you something serious, why are you tempting me to do something naughty?" He seductively uttered to her and intertwined with her fingers in case he could not cease himself from caressing her body.

She stiffened, "I told you, I don't want to hear it. I am okay with this, we're in a relationship and we keep each other company…" she exclaimed and clutched his hand tighter.

Perceiving her strong objection to their conversation, Kraig stopped teasing her. Seeing that she was melancholic, his face turned serious as well.

"Why? It's a secret you have to know. I don't understand why you are acting like this. It's no big deal, Love, trust me, don't be depressed over it." She looked up at him and saw that he was stressing himself with her reaction.

"Yes, you don't have to understand, if you want to keep us like this don't tell me anything. That's the least I could do to lessen your pain."

Though he didn't know how she came up with that conclusion. Kraig glowed when he heard that she was overthinking things again. Even if she knew things about him, it would not ruin them, he will make sure that it won't happen.

"You're not making sense, Rym. Why are you suddenly depressed, huh?" Kraig uttered and rested his chin over her shoulder, "Love, don't sulk, alright? I will not tell you anything if that is what you want." He cupped her chin to direct her face to him and kissed her forehead.

"It's alright now, stop being sad. Geez, why does your mood always swing with sadness? Some girls were always mad. Come on, hug me too."

She turned around to face him and buried her face in his chest and snuggled to his torso. As he felt her delicate body wrapping him with her warmth, he could not help but be aroused. Kraig brushed her hair, to comfort her but instead it was his member that was being comforted feeling her softness.

Now that he thinks of it, she may be sulking because they haven't made love for such a long time. And this is her way to take his attention? Is it?

Kraig showered her head with kisses. She slowly looked up at him. "Why are you still pouting?"

"You're horny." She uttered with a glare. "I can feel you." Kraig grinned.

"I told you, you're making me do something naughty. You caused this." She grimaced and frowned. "Love… Rym? Smile now," he tickled her side and she flinched and smiled. "Come on Love, smile for me."

"N-no, hahaha, don't tickle me!" She screamed and held his hand to stop him from tickling her stomach. "I'll smile! See! See! Stop! HAHAHA! Kyah!" She was almost knocked over on the floor when he abruptly stood up while she was still sitting on his lap. "I almost fell!" She shrieked at him as her arms were tightly coiled on his neck.

"Should we go to my room?" He whispered to her and gently stroked his hand at her legs, because she was wearing a dress it was easy for him to fondle her thigh. "I will make you happy there." He smirked mischievously.

She displayed a duck face, "You're so flirty."

"I am." He sheepishly said and licked her earlobes. As a response, she shivered and silently whimpered. "Let's go?" She nodded obediently and he laughed at her and then pinched her nose. Before carrying her to his room while kissing her lips.

THERE WAS A MEADOW, it was beautiful, lush, fresh, and vast. The wind was blowing enough breeze for the three people who were ambling side to side, one man and two women.

Azkin, Mia, and Francis.

The woman who was wearing a white dress was tucking her hair as she wandered her eyes around the different kinds of flowers, she smiled.

"Do you want to rest for a while, Azkin?" The woman in the white dress redirected her eyes to the man beside her, and her eyes dazzled at him. As she listens to his manly voice, her heart races.

"Can we sleep here tonight? I bet the stars would be lovely to watch from here." Azkin tried to be casual and shifted her eyes to the flower beneath her. She kneeled and touched them. "And there would be fireflies too. How lovely it would be to witness." She whispered and sniffled the scent of the flower.

"Did the flowers tell you that there would be fireflies here?" Mia, the other woman asked. Azkin nodded her head. Mia glanced at the flower and directed her eyes to Francis.

"Isn't she great Francis? She could hear the plant's voice." Francis, who was preparing their tents for the night, halted his movements. As Azkin froze at her spot, her cheeks blushed and she laughed awkwardly.

"You're much greater than me, Mia, you can do things I can't," Azkin said and diverted her eyes to Mia, the obvious envy was visible in her eyes. Her hair dances along with the wind blow she had to tuck her hair back to her ears.

"That's not true, Azkin, even if you ask Francis he would say you are more fabulous than me. I am just a traveler, I am not even as pretty as you, and as smart and rich as you." Mia brooded and held Azkin's hand. "In the next life, will you change face with me? Can I be the prettiest woman alive in this world?" She smiled widely.

Azkin blinked her eyes, she didn't want to say yes, her beauty is hers, she doesn't want to give it to anyone. Although Mia was a good friend, Azkin thinks Mia's face was too average for her to have.

Regardless, she didn't want to look bad in Francis' eyes. Mia was Francis' dearest friend, and it's not like she could die, if she dies, she could just ascend and ask her older brother Matteo to bring back her beauty.

But if it was her strict older brother, no, --- probably Matteo wouldn't grant her wish. Her smile widened as she thought of something better.

"Sure, you can be the prettiest woman alive in our next life." Azkin sneered, if a god promised a blessing to a human, it had to be fulfilled unless something happened for that blessing to get nullified.

As she mumbled that in that next life, beauty would not be proficient and essential, it would be treated as a disease and would not be appreciated by anyone. Thus, Mia can have that beauty for herself while Azkin would be loved even if she wasn't the most beautiful woman.

"You heard that Francis?! I am gonna be the most beautiful woman alive in my next life!" Mia exclaimed and rejoiced in the meadow, Azkin turned her head to Francis and smiled.

"Do you like pretty girls, Francis?" She asked Francis, peering at her with a serious expression. Azkin couldn't help but be flustered.

"Do you think you are pretty?" He asked. Azkin paused and slowly nodded her head.

"Yes, I like one pretty girl." He said and got back to fixing the tent. She was about to speak again when Tiana opened her eyes... It was a dream?