The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 173

She playfully hit him in the chest as she let go of him.

Morpheus offered her his hand. “How about we sit here at the edge?”

“You’ll sit beside me?”

“I’ll sit beside you.”

He helped her sit at the edge of the rocky peak, her feet dangling in the air, and he sat next to her. Their legs hung down, kicking at the nearest clouds, but since they were vapour, it only dampened their shoes.

Ember was amazed that she didn’t feel scared anymore. The more she looked ahead, the more she felt relaxed. She realized that Morpheus was right–you couldn’t actually tell whether you like something or not unless you’ve tried it.

To be able to witness such a spectacular view made her really happy. The only downside was that it was sort of difficult to breathe, and also, she was feeling cold despite her coat.

“It’s hard to breathe. Is it because I am scared?” she asked, trying to breathe as much as she could.

“It is the elevation. The air is thinner the higher you go, and your body is not yet used to it. You will be fine in a while,” he replied in a calm manner.

This was something she never learned before, and it made her curious. She spoke again, “Is that also the reason why it’s cold here? You were right to make me wear thick clothes.” She rubbed her palms against each other as if to prove her point.

“Are you cold?” he asked, looking at her trembling hands.

She nodded and looked at him. “You are not wearing many clothes. Are you not cold?”

Morpheus was bare-chested; he only had a thick feathery cloth wrapped around his shoulder, at most covering the top of his chest and short pants. His wings had turned into a long cape on his back, but it wasn’t even wrapped around his body.

“I don’t feel cold,” he replied. “I’m not a weakling like you.”

“I’m not a weakling.”

“Says the human who’s cold.”

“I’m just cold, but I’m not a weakling,” she insisted and then touched her cold hands to his cheeks which came as a shock to him.

Before he could even move back, she cupped his face with her hands and exclaimed, “How come you are so warm? Are you having a fever? Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick.”

“Really?”

Not knowing that it was her causing his face to grow hot, she pulled back her hands and touched her own cheeks. “Oh, mine’s so cold.” She then again touched his cheeks. “Your warm cheeks feel good.”

Morpheus could only look at her as his body felt stiff with the act of this ignorant human. She was in her own world as she kept touching his warm cheeks with that innocently beautiful smile on her face as if she found something really interesting.

With his heart picking up pace, he knew it wouldn’t be good to keep this up. He held her hands and reluctantly moved them away from his face, leaving her palms empty and devoid of any warmth. She looked at him with a puzzled expression, blinking a few times while looking at his hands that were holding her own.