Yernia also took a bite of her cotton candy.
However, unlike  Cassian had bitten, her side was almost the same.
What did Yernia say?
Cassian shook his head, a little surprised.
âWell, your mouth is too small.â Then, he said under his breath, âIâm in trouble.â
The latter comment didnât reach Yernia.
Yernia just ignored it because it seemed like he had blurted it out without meaning to.
The cotton candy quickly disappeared when she shared it with Cassian.
It was a relief that she  was already full.
âOh, itâs sticky!â
Each of her fingers was coated with melted sugar after eating it with bare hands.
She couldnât wipe it on her clothes, either.
Yernia felt uncomfortable, but suddenly Cassian caught her wrist and slightly pulled her closer to him.
Then, he did something shocking.
Cassian stuck his tongue and began to suck Yerniaâs finger.
âHmm. This is sweeter than the cotton candy.â
Yerniaâs body went stiff down to the split ends of her long pink hair.
âWhat the hell, Cassian?â
âI said that your hand is sweeter. Why?â
âYou! You, just now! Â Whatâ-â
Yernia turned into a broken human while Cassian was shameless as ever.
She got speechless when she saw his expression after she asked him what the problem was.
âWhy are you licking the cotton candy off my fingers, Cassian? Are you a dog?â
Yernia pulled her hand from his grip, wincing from the hot flush on her cheeks.
Was Cassian even aware of what he just did?
He probably didnât know.
That idiot must have thought she didnât have anything to wipe her hands off.
He wasnât making any sense at all.
âCan I still lick your hand without the cotton candy, then?â
âThatâs not what I meant!â
âI know. I was joking.â
It occurred to him that it was the perfect moment.
Cassian threw off his glasses as if he found them annoying, and then, he pulled her hair back and swept her lips with his tongue.
âI do this sometimes, you know? Lick anything. Bite. Suck.â
âYouâre not making any sense, Cassian. Youâre not that kind of person!â
âI told you before, Yernia. You donât know anything about me.â
Was that even true?
She didnât think so.
However, Yernia didnât argue.
âLie. Since when did you learn to do that?â
Cassian paused and let out a wicked laugh.
He suddenly touched Yerniaâs cheek, and she hugged her shoulders and held her hand over her face as if she wanted to hide from him.
âWhen did you start being so cute, Yernia?â
Was he kidding her?
Was he making fun of her?
Dumbfounded, Yernia slapped Cassianâs hand away from her cheek but he had pulled her hand instead and clasped them together before she even realized what was going on.
Cassianâs eyes twinkled in mischief  as his thick digits rested on the space between her slender fingers, palm-to-palm.
She had no way out from  this sudden progression of events.
âYernia.â
Both of their eyes met.
If someone between them took a step closer, they would be nose to nose.
She had never been this close to her childhood friend before.
Yernia wanted to escape, but she was caught by the waist and couldnât move.
As he held her firmly, Cassian slightly twisted her head and lowered her body to the snow.
As his handsome face neared hers, Cassian whispered in Yerniaâs ear.
âMarry me, Yernia.â His whisper was as convincing as a devoted lover.
This was a foul!
He embraced her so tight so that she couldnât run away as he asked for her hand in marriage.
After realizing that she could not erase both of their fates, Yernia had prepared herself for marriage to some extent.
At this rate, it was just embarrassing.
She couldnât believe that Cassian was capable of this kind of proposal.
There was no scene like this in the original novel, either.
âYou are too close, Cassian,â Yernia said, swallowing her saliva.
Why was she feeling thirsty all of a sudden?
âDo you hate it, Yernia?â
What did she hate about it?
Marrying him?
Or was it because they were close enough to kiss?
Yernia tried to push Cassianâs shoulder with her free hand but he didnât budge.
Annoyed, she slapped his shoulder, instead.
âIâll be nice to you.â Cassian drawled sweetly.
He was as seductive as a cobra trying to pretend he was harmless.
ââ¦â¦.â
âI will be nicer on the following days, Yernia. Arenât you curious about it?â
Even if he wouldnât promise her these things, Yernia would still marry him because she had to.
He didnât have to come to her like this.
This was too much.
She pursed her lips.
Unexpectedly, she didnât try to fight back but to Cassian, that, itself, was an attack.
âWhat do you think?â
He seemed to become more desperate.
More urgent.
Whatâs important about her answer?
It was clear that he would still marry her even if she didnât like it, anyway.
And, she didnât even hate it that much.
Perhaps, Cassian was just acting weird all day, preparing for this wedding proposal.
He must have thought about it as he scheduled the entire event.
Yes, it was cute, but she couldnât deny that she was blushing hard from the embarrassment.
It was good that Cassian seemed to think of her.
A marriage proposal only happens once-in-a-lifetime.
Even if he remarried someone else, his first marriage would remain in his memory.
The stars floating over their heads had poured down on them.
The cool breeze had also put her in a good mood.
It felt so great that Yernia had finally made up her mind.
Yernia wanted to nod but she had squinted at him after noticing that something was missing.
âAre you proposing without a ring?â
In fact, it was perfectly alright not to have a ring, but the atmosphere felt a bit weird, so she blurted that out for no reason.
Even if the two of them got married, Yernia didnât want to be awkward with Cassian.
Now it was awkward.
Maybe itâs because heâs gotten serious unlike before.