"I'm about to die..."

Fiona quickly released her hand and began to apologize: "I'm sorry, I was a little too excited and forgot myself.

Lord Reiner, please sit on the bed for a while. I'll go wash up and be back soon!"

Fiona quickly rushed into the small compartment, but came out again after a few seconds and searched in the cabinet beside the bed.

She was so nervous that she forgot to take her clothes.

Once she started taking a shower, Reiner sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

Out of boredom, he began to look around again.

Fiona's house is so simple that it can almost be described as bare.

There was only a wooden table, a wooden bed and a wooden cabinet at the head of the bed in the house.

He was in charge of tens of thousands of orcs, yet he was still so frugal.

Just as he was lost in thought, Fiona came out of the cubicle.

Her hair was wet and she was wearing only a linen cloth.

Her shoulders were shaking slightly, perhaps out of fear or shyness.

Fiona ignored Reiner's gaze, closed the doors and windows tightly, climbed onto the wooden bed and began to tidy up the bearskin rug.

She folded it and unfolded it quickly, pretending to be very busy.

Reiner was amused by her actions and slowly said, "Then... shall we take a break?"

"Hey." Fiona deliberately stepped past Reiner and blew out the candle.

The two of them lay flat on the bed like human machines, and neither of them took the first step.

Reiner thought for a moment and decided to take the initiative, so he gently hugged Fiona's waist.

"Are you scared?"

Fiona shook her head and answered the question irrelevantly: "I'm really sorry for asking Lord Reiner to do me such a favor! I don't know how to do anything. Please forgive me if I do anything wrong later."

"Let's talk. You're so nervous." Reiner stroked her long hair and whispered softly in her ear, "Relax... take a deep breath..."

Fiona did as she was told, and after a while she felt much better.

"I'm sorry, Lord Reiner..."

"Why do you keep apologizing? Be good and relax."

"Because I don't see..."

"Fiona, I can tell you responsibly that in my opinion, you are beautiful. Every move you make exudes feminine charm. You don't have to be so self-conscious."

"You're trying to comfort me... If I were really that good-looking, I wouldn't be unattractive to anyone in my tribe."

Reiner was speechless for a moment.

All I can say is that the orcs and wild boars cannot eat fine bran.

Only the old priest had good vision and found such a beautiful human wife.

"Different aesthetics. Smooth, elastic skin, long, slim legs, three-dimensional and delicate features, and a figure... ahem! Anyway, they're all top-notch, just with different skin colors.

Then let me ask you, based on your aesthetic taste, do you think Nora Junice and Martina are good looking?"

Fiona shook her head and replied softly, "Not feminine enough."

"That's right, it's just a difference in aesthetics. In my eyes, you are a real beauty."

Fiona responded doubtfully.

Reiner felt that she was already in a state of restlessness, so he gently pressed Fiona down and whispered in her ear: "It's restless, relax your body, don't be nervous."

That night, heavy snow fell outside the window, and the north became even colder.

The two people in the room also hugged each other tightly...