"I'm so sorry, MASTER!!"
Looking at Illya kneeling before him, too afraid to even move, Fang Zheng smiled and stroked her head.
After that night, when Illya woke up the next morning, she had returned to her usual self. However, she seemed to retain memories of the previous night. Recalling them now, she blushed crimson and buried herself beneath the covers, motionless as an ostrich.
"This isn't your fault, Illya. Well, I also... failed to pay attention to your feelings in time. I'm sorry."
"No, no, MASTER, it was my..."
"Enough. Don't say any more."
Hearing that Illya still wanted to argue, Fang Zheng reached out, pulled her petite body into his embrace, and whispered into her ear.
"Besides, I didn't dislike you like that, either."
"Ugh..."
Hearing Fang Zheng's words, Illya's cheeks immediately turned bright red. She lowered her head and said nothing more.
"But putting that aside, what exactly happened?"
Fang Zheng didn't think Illya possessed a skill like that. As her MASTER, he had never seen such a description on her profile. Yet her condition last night had clearly been abnormal, and she hadn't simply been imitating Little Black. Little Black merely took the initiative to tease people, whereas Illya's actions last night had been completely different.
"Um... I don't really know, either..."
Faced with Fang Zheng's question, Illya blushed and answered hesitantly.
According to Illya, after arguing with Little Black yesterday, she had felt irritated and gone back to her room to rest. Then, that night, she seemed to drift off in a daze and had a dream. But it wasn't that simple. In that "dream," Illya had felt as though all the restraints on her mind had been shattered. Normally, merely thinking about such things would make the little girl blush furiously and cry out