Milking Love -final- -samurai Drunk- ❲NEWEST ✯❳

The rain hammered. The candle guttered.

“Tonight, you’ll give me what’s left.” Milking Love -Final- -Samurai Drunk-

A candlelit, dilapidated inn at the edge of a bamboo forest. Rain against shutters. The scent of rice wine and iron. The rain hammered

He looked at her—truly looked, as if memorizing the curve of her jaw, the gray in her hair, the stubborn set of her mouth. Rain against shutters

His hand moved to stop her, but his fingers only trembled against hers.

“Liar.” She placed her palm flat on his chest, over his heart. “I can feel it. A thin milk of love, curdled at the bottom. I’ve been milking you for years, samurai. A glance here. A grunt there. One night you let me see you weep, and you pretended it was the rain.”