My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

The twilight haze enveloped the forest as the crackling bonfire illuminated the figures of a man and a woman gazing into each other’s eyes. The cool river breeze gently teased the girl’s hair, entwining around the man’s fingers. Stars sprinkled their light across the sky, casting a romantic glow over the pair, creating a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

[Ahhhh, he’s totally smitten! Is Mr. Lockwood completely captivated by our Xan’s beauty?]

[Man, this scene is so beautiful, I’m drooling all over my screen!]

[He’s still touching her? Can’t get enough, huh? Mr. Lockwood, you can’t even hold back in front of the live cameras?]

[Help! Mr. Lockwood’s gaze is so intense and full of desire! Watching them fall in love is more exciting than my own love life!]

[The chemistry between these two is insane! If it weren’t for the audience, they might just go at it right here!]

[I just want to see Oranthea’s moments. So many pink bubbles, so much flirting and shyness, it’s a feast for the eyes!]

[Oranthea, get together, get married, and have eight kids!]

[I’ve shipped so many fake couples, if this one isn’t real, I’m jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge! Their eye contact is basically foreplay – this has to be real!]

“Mr. Lockwood?”

Xanthea watched as Orion gradually lost himself, his gaze growing more intense and almost glued to her lips. Startled, she quickly withdrew her hand.

Whew.

Did it just feel like he was about to kiss her right in front of the cameras?

The scariest part was that she almost fell for it, involuntarily wanting to close her eyes. Luckily, she snapped back to reality just in time, or everything would have been ruined!

Meanwhile, the teammates who had hoped for some fish but ended up getting a mouthful of romance.

Orion looked stunned, taking a long moment to snap out of his daze.

Facing her, his famed self–control always seemed to crumble without him even realizing it.

“Mr. Lockwood.”

Nelson was the first to break the awkward silence.

“Aren’t you a bit biased? Only cooking for Xan, not for us? We want some food too! I want some grilled shrimp!”

“Yeah! I want some grilled pike.”

Orion picked up some shrimp, cleaned them, and skewered them on

sticks.

Xanthea obediently nibbled on her fish, careful not to catch his gaze again and trigger another intense moment. However, a few minutes later, a delicious skewer of grilled shrimp was placed in front of her.

“Let them have it.”

“They have their pike.”

“Oh, but…” Xanthea wanted to refuse, but unable to resist the tempting aroma, reluctantly held out her plate, “I haven’t finished my fish yet.”

To her surprise, Orion placed the skewer of shrimp right on her lotus leaf, “Have both together.”

Xanthea, feeling both touched and amused, out to take the skewer. Just then, a breeze swept by, lifting her lightweight sleeve and exposing the delicate, fair skin of her arm, marred by a scattering of conspicuous bruises. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Orion suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Xanthea startled, thinking he was about to do something again. Before she could pull away, he asked in a serious tone, “What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

Xanthea followed his gaze in confusion and noticed the faint bruises on her arm.

“The beds in the show’s dormitory are way too hard and lumpy. I slept one night and woke up like this.”

Isabella: Those were just regular’high school dorm beds. Was she a reincarnation of the Princess and the Pea or what?