One night, as usual, you were sitting on Zain’s lap while running your fingertips over his prominent veins... Zain loves you and adores you, even though he is cold sometimes, he pampers you and showers you with gifts and flirtation... While you were following his veins, you asked him innocently, “Which one leads to your heart?” His grip around your waist tightening slightly, and he whispered softly and seductively in your ear,

“How ​​do you not know where your home is, my little one?”