It was exactly 6 PM.
As dinner time approached, the entire Fontaine seemed to quiet down considerably.
In contrast, Palais Mermonia was much noisier.
As the central hub for all affairs in Fontaine, its busyness never ceased; even with dinner approaching, the hustle and bustle showed no signs of slowing.
Everyone had their own tasks to attend to, their own work in hand, and even the Chief Justice, Neuvillette, was still at his desk, pen in hand, managing numerous affairs.
Yet, within this busy, enormous machine, there was one place that, at this moment, was surprisingly peaceful and serene.
Inside Furina's room.
Liu Yuan was currently lying on the bed, several books floating beside her, and her two hands were wrapped around Furina.
Furina's entire body was pressed against Liu Yuan, her eyes closed, her breathing steady, clearly asleep.
Just a few hours prior, the two had confirmed their relationship, with pent-up emotions breaking through the dam of reason, bringing their relationship even closer.
However, aside from a kiss, Liu Yuan did not do anything else.
Everything happens one step at a time; Liu Yuan was not in a hurry to rush things. She and Furina had plenty of time to gradually deepen their bond, no need to rush.
Throughout the entire day, after waking up in the afternoon and confessing her feelings to Liu Yuan, Furina happily went back to sleep, even brazenly demanding that Liu Yuan be her cuddle pillow this time.
Liu Yuan naturally did not refuse, allowing Furina to press her entire body against her.
This could be considered sleeping in the same bed, couldn't it?
Liu Yuan's mind was still a bit muddled at the moment, the images of her and Furina kissing not long ago replaying uncontrollably in her head.
Her deep blue eyes moved from the books to look at Furina, who was using her as a pillow, and her slightly rosy lips couldn't help but attract her gaze again.
However, after only a moment, a slight impulse was suppressed by Liu Yuan's reason. "Occasionally indulging in desire was harmless, but uncontrolled indulgence would definitely lead to problems" — this was Liu Yuan's thought.
Suppressing the thoughts in her heart, Liu Yuan turned her gaze back to the floating books in front of her, beginning to use the power of knowledge to combat desire.
However, just as her gaze settled on the books, Furina's body, pressed against her, began to twist unnaturally.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her sleepy eyes slowly opened. The first thing her heterochromatic eyes saw upon opening was that pair of gentle, deep blue eyes.
"Mmm… Liu Yuan…"
Furina let out an unintelligible whimper, then softly murmured Liu Yuan's name, clearly still half-asleep.
Seeing Furina's adorable, drowsy state, Liu Yuan's heartstrings were easily tugged by her. She slightly raised a finger, and the floating books automatically inserted bookmarks before flying back to the bookshelf.
She embraced the girl, feeling her slightly petite body press against hers. She could even hear the sound of her heart beating.
For some reason, Liu Yuan suddenly recalled how she had previously thought her accelerated heart rate and confused thoughts were due to being "sick."
Now, she realized it was simply that her past self hadn't truly understood her own heart and her feelings for Furina.
The sleepy girl in her arms was a bit dazed for a while before her eyes met hers, and it took quite some time for her to fully register what was happening.
Her heterochromatic eyes regained their focus, and a hint of sparkle appeared in them.
It was only then that Furina finally realized her current situation and also remembered what had happened between them before she fell asleep.
Memories began to surge uncontrollably. Recalling how she had gradually succumbed to Liu Yuan's advances, and even how she had later constantly sought more, Furina's cheeks began to blush uncontrollably again.
Her neck, collarbone, back, chest, waist… with each memory, Furina's face grew redder.
Liu Yuan… where did Liu Yuan learn all this! Do girls just instinctively know these things?
Feeling Liu Yuan's arms embracing her at that moment, Furina suddenly had a realization: she probably wouldn't be able to escape Liu Yuan's grasp in this lifetime…
Blinking, Furina looked at Liu Yuan and pouted, saying:
"Big pervert…"
Her adorable appearance made Liu Yuan slightly stunned, and she instinctively reached out and pinched Furina's cheek.
"Yes, yes, I'm a big pervert."
It was a tone as if coaxing a child.
Logically, if one were to count by years of experience, Furina, with five hundred years of memories, should be more mature than Liu Yuan, who had less than a year of memories.
However, the girl was like a child who never grew up; her youthful vitality, mixed with a hint of immaturity, had never changed.
And the young woman's doting affection for the girl was overly mature.
Their eyes met again, uncontrollably. Without hesitation, the young woman again sealed the girl's lips, ready to give the girl who slandered her a little lesson.
"Mmm…"
The girl, who was about to say more after the woman's perfunctory tone, was directly silenced by her.
The sensation on her lips made the girl's mind go blank; her previously rising defiance was firmly suppressed by the young woman.
Her body unconsciously softened, and under the control of the sensation on her lips, the girl's eyes gradually became hazy.
"Hoo… hoo…"
The young woman released the girl, a glistening thread stretching between their lips before gently falling and breaking.
A hint of mist flashed in the girl's hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness, and her entire body softly leaned against Liu Yuan, her lips even redder, making the girl even more alluring.
After a long while, Furina recovered and met Liu Yuan's deep blue eyes.
She gently bit her lip, her voice faint but with a hint of stubbornness:
"Big bully… you're picking on me again…"
Liu Yuan's lips curved slightly. She put her arm around Furina's waist, then gently lifted her.
"It's almost dinner time. Time to get up."
Then, Liu Yuan carried the still slightly dazed girl into the changing room.
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