092, Join My Family (Part 2)

Knock, knock, knock—

Vulcan knocked on the door and said,

"Miss Grina, I'm back."

"Oh, Vulcan. Wait a moment."

Grina's voice was relaxed and languid. Combined with the faint scent of soap bubbles lingering in the air, she had probably just finished bathing. Vulcan's sharp hearing caught the rustling sound of her getting dressed, followed by Grina saying,

"Thank you for your hard work. Come in."

"Yes."

The room door unlocked, and Vulcan pushed it open. The layout of the room was visible at a glance.

The vase is in its usual position. There are no extra objects, and there are no auras in the air besides those of the Dragon Race.

There are water stains on the floor and obvious steam on the ceiling. It matches a hot spring bath.

Miss Grina doesn't like wearing slippers. The footprints on the floor are normal too; there are no traces of any unrelated people.

Grina wore a thin gauze dress and held a book in one hand, casually flipping through it as though passing the time. Her fair, tender skin still retained its warmth. To put it crudely, she looked like a boiled egg, as if pressing lightly against her would produce a wonderful springiness.

This matches someone who has just finished bathing.

Vulcan nodded slightly. Seeing that the garden door was open, he was about to close it.

"Leave it open. I want some fresh air."

Grina said indifferently.

Only then did Vulcan lower his outstretched hand. Even so, he still glanced outside.

Pale purple flowers swayed in the wind, while dew reflected the brilliance of the stars.

Maybe I'm being too sensitive.

Vulcan thought, Beyond this garden is outer space. No one would come in from here.

So he turned around and casually drew the curtains shut.

Rustle—

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