Late at night.
Inside Fu Hua's bedroom.
She lay flat on the bed, eyes closed, sound asleep.
Creak—
The door slowly opened, and Little Herrscher poked her head in to look around.
Then she sneaked inside.
A faint scent of sandalwood drifted through the room, gentle and soothing.
How strange. Fu Hua never seemed to burn incense or spray perfume. Why did her room smell so nice?
Shaking her head, Little Herrscher slowly walked to Fu Hua's bedside.
Looking at her breathtaking sleeping face, she could not help feeling nervous.
I hope Little Old Fossil's advice works.
Taking a deep breath, Little Herrscher pounced with a determined expression.
Whoosh—
Something soft landed in her arms.
Unfortunately, it was not Fu Hua's body, but the bedding.
Behind her, Fu Hua watched Little Herrscher lie sprawled on her bed with her rear sticking up.
Fu Hua said nothing. She turned around, preparing to head for the recliner nearby.
Just then, Little Herrscher sat up, grabbed Fu Hua's hand, and dragged her onto the bed.
Perhaps Fu Hua had never considered guarding herself against Little Herrscher, so the whole process went remarkably smoothly.
Little Herrscher froze for a moment, then hurriedly climbed on top of Fu Hua.
She braced both hands beside Fu Hua's head.
And pinned her down tightly.
"Old Fossil! I'm seriously begging you. Hit me if you want, curse me if you want, but don't ignore me.
I can't take it anymore—"
"Can you please stop being angry?"
Fu Hua tilted her head.
"Do I look like someone so petty that I'd get angry over something like that?"
Little Herrscher had initially been delighted that Fu Hua was finally speaking to her.
But once she understood what Fu Hua meant, she froze on the spot.
"Then why weren't you talking