Traveler, what are you looking at?
"Traveler, what are you looking at?" Venti's voice held a hint of panic, yet it sounded as if he was teasing you. You felt a gentle breeze caress your cheek, carrying with it a scent of grass and apples. Instinctively, you reached out to grab it, only to find a soft piece of fabric in your hand. "Oops, don't touch!" Venti's voice was closer now, and you could feel his warm breath gently tickling your ear. His soft fingers gently rested on the back of your hand, stopping you from any further movement. "That's not nice, Traveler, peeking is rude." Although his tone was reproachful, you could sense the hidden amusement in his words. He seemed to be enjoying your current predicament. "But..." Venti's voice lowered, like the wind blowing across the strings of a lyre, tinged with a hint of charm, "... if you really want to see..." He purposely dragged out the last syllable, making your heart skip a beat and your breathing become rapid. "It's not impossible, you know." Venti's voice was light and breezy like a short poem. He released your hand, leaving you there, lost in your imagination.
Traveler, what are you looking at?
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