The next morning.
When Fang Li woke from his sleep, he heard a rustling sound from within the blanket in his arms.
"Mm..."
Index had somehow crawled into Fang Li's blanket. Curled up like a kitten in his arms, she slept peacefully with a serene expression.
Fang Li instantly woke up.
Index, meanwhile, frowned as if she had been disturbed and murmured in her sleep.
"No... no, not there... Fang Li..."
Those suggestive sleep-talking words made Fang Li feel awful all over.
This girl was clearly a nun, yet she was dreaming about fooling around with a man she had only met yesterday?
As Fang Li thought that, Index's brows furrowed even deeper, and she let out a faint groan laced with pain and pleading.
"There... the food there won't do... You can't take it away... That's what I'm going to eat... No..."
That one sentence utterly crushed Fang Li's heart.
Sure enough, she was still just a food-obsessed nun. There was no way she could be having those kinds of suggestive dreams.
Still, Index's outfit itself was rather suggestive.
The spiritual garment said to be difficult to break even if the Dragon of Saint George returned had been removed by Index and hung on a nearby clothes rack. Mixed in with Fang Li's school uniform, it looked somewhat out of place.
As for Index herself, she wore an oversized shirt.
It was Fang Li's shirt.
"I don't have pajamas, so lend me this."
Before going to sleep last night, Index had said that and requisitioned Fang Li's shirt.
Naturally, Fang Li's shirt was somewhat too large for a petite girl like her. Worn on her, it looked no different from a dress.
Yet Index had used it as sleepwear, leaving her thighs completely exposed. The fair skin that had