Rena, noting the polished surface of the piano, hesitated, afraid of slipping. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his muscular waist and protested, "You've already pushed further."

Waylen looked down at her.

With the Lively and youthful Rena held in his arms, if he didn't harbor some improper thoughts, he wouldn't be a true man.

A playful smile curved his Lips as he pinched her nose, teasing, "I'm going to cook! Cecilia must be famished, barely able to stand it."

Rena blushed deeply.