Sharing a Bed and Pillow, Little Feather Plays Matchmaker.

She would probably never forget that boy who was surrounded by a sea of people, a boy from a world apart from her. At that time, so many eyes were on him, as if he was born to shine brightly.

For some reason, she had a strange feeling that the other person was being taken away little by little. Although that face could only show a polite and distant smile to everyone, a strange pulling feeling still slowly surged from her heart until it produced soreness and pain. Fu Hua couldn't help but complain about the good thing that Seele had done.

Whether or not they can actually take it away, the fact that someone is trying to take it away presents a situation that young, naive girls often don't know how to handle.

But not long after, Master Su disappeared.

Judging from their personality, they probably chose to use some strange skill to hide themselves instead of simply leaving the ball.

Just as Fu Hua was struggling with whether or not to go find the other party, the criminal gang led by Himeko entangled the little girl and, under Seele's melancholy gaze, began their pre-planned scheme to get her drunk.

Based on the medical report provided by Himeko and the alcohol content of all the drinks consumed that day, combined with Prometheus's calculations, it was determined how much alcohol Fu Hua would need to drink to reach the perfect state of being slightly tipsy.

As the youngest minor, Seele spent most of her time sitting in a chair drinking orange juice and eating fruit, while Prometheus would update Fu Hua in real time on how far she was from the target index.

Hmm... In other words, the fact that Fu Hua was able to come to Su Qing'an's side means that she has now entered a very strange state.

The scenery in front of me was as clear as ever, but the noise from the outside world seemed to automatically strip away my senses. It was as if the tranquility and peace extracted from the noise gave my spirit a gentle comfort, making everything gentle.

She believed that her will and mind were no different from usual, but the feeling of fullness under her feet on the soft ground, the dreamlike sensation of floating in the sky, and her slightly warm body were all reminders of the reality that she was already drunk.

Fu Hua stood by the window, her fair face flushed with an alluring pink from the slight intoxication, her half-closed eyes slightly misty, her blue pupils seemingly shrouded in fog.

A hair tie dangled from the girl's drooping fingertips. The night breeze brushed against her delicate collarbone and slender arms, lifting strands of gray hair...

She glanced at the starry sky outside, her moist lips slightly pursed, and said:

"Are the stars really that beautiful? Why don't you come to see me?"

Hearing the subtle hint of emotion in her voice, Su Qing'an would normally find it amusing, but in the emptiness of his drunken state, the thought that she was cute overwhelmed all other distracting thoughts.

The young man took off his suit jacket and draped it over her bare shoulders, saying softly:

"You're drunk, Hua."

The little girl leaned against the windowsill and muttered:

Why don't you come to me first?

Su Qing'an silently tidied her long hair that was cascading down her back, tied it into a ponytail with a hair tie on his wrist, and then changed the subject, saying:

Do you want me to take you home?

Upon hearing this, the girl stopped looking at the starry sky. She silently turned around, grabbed Su Qing'an's arm, and looked up at him with her bright blue eyes.

She pursed her lips slightly, looking somewhat annoyed, and said softly:

"Don't want."

That's too much! Don't act cute at a time like this.

Su Qing'an is a normal adult male who is currently much healthier than the average person. During the brief period when alcohol numbs his prefrontal cortex and imprisons his thoughts, the innate laziness within human instinct compels the young man to follow the desires that led him to be born.

At this moment, the meticulously dressed girl stared intently at herself. Fu Hua's cool demeanor, intertwined with a touch of naivety, was truly striking.

Her breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, her flushed face, her seemingly calm yet secretly alluring eyes, her slender hands that clung to her arm through her thin white shirt, conveying a soft, warm touch, and extending down her fair neck to the undulating curves of her snow-white skin—all these details and the undisguised allure of her beauty were seductively and wildly eroding and stirring the desires that were gradually swelling within her body.

The girl was so close, so very close, that even her soft, silent breath brushed against the edge of her shirt, as if tickling her skin. The strange scent, a mixture of orange juice, vodka, perfume, and body lotion, made the outside noise seem to fade away.

"Su Qing'an, don't you like me?" she murmured.

In that instant, the whole world was filled with a cacophony of expanding light and roar; the flow and pulsation of blood and heart overwhelmed consciousness; this sentence was like a deadly poison, destroying the last vestiges of reason.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then placed his fingertips on her back, finally wrapping his arms around her slender waist and embracing her.

"No," he said softly.

In that instant, the emotions that had been building up inside her for so long overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. Whether due to numbness or momentary oblivion, Su Qing'an's first reaction was not to let go.

All that came to mind was the joy of wanting to crush her into his body, and the repression of having to restrain himself out of pity.

The little girl didn't seem to feel much of the embrace; she simply quietly brushed the strands of hair beside the boy's ear with her fingers.

Immediately, before the tingling sensation in her chest had subsided, the other person's warm breath entered her ear.

She whispered:

"If it's not that you don't like it, then it means you like it?"

That nonchalant, indifferent tone, like that of an innocent angel or a demon lurking behind a curtain, stirred the reason that should have immediately struggled.

The boy released his embrace, stroking her soft hair, gently pinching her cute chin, and finally... his fingertips lightly brushed her moist lips.

That's strange.

Doesn't this feel a little unlike myself?

While his heart was restless, Su Qing'an also felt somewhat at ease. The continued effects of the alcohol and the emotions in his subconscious seemed to tell him that his current behavior was permissible.

The boy gazed at her parting lips, the faint rhetorical question echoing in his mind.

[If it's not that I dislike it, then it must be that I like it?]

There is no need for doubt, no hesitation, and no confusion.

This answer has been beyond doubt for a long time.

His dark eyes slowly closed, and the crimson light in his Mind Lake completely dissipated. Just as he could use the Little Feather to perform [Udu-dust • Critical] after the soul resonance, the Little Feather could also influence Su Qing'an himself. Although it could only make him feel his own emotions and desires more clearly, it was more than enough to fulfill the role of the matchmaker.

But before anything even more outrageous could happen, Su Qing'an's inner conflict still held him back, preventing him from indulging in such clamorous desires and delusions.

At the same time, he also understood that both he and Fu Hua were in an abnormal state at this moment, and continuing would not be in line with their own beliefs.

The Little Feather, soaking in the hot spring in the flute cup, instantly felt guilty and hid deep in the Sea of consciousness, trembling with fear.

But the boy now had no time to consider whether to settle scores with the child. He gazed at the distant starry sky, as if trying to calm the still-simmering impulse in his mind with the vast and boundless scenery, and said softly:

"You're drunk. I'll take you home..."

She wrapped her arms around Su Qing'an's neck and stood on tiptoe.

The next instant, his slightly hoarse voice was choked up.

Her soft lips pressed heavily against the boy's lips. In the brief moment before he opened his mouth to speak, the girl, who had only intended to express her feelings, took the opportunity to pry open his gums. Her clumsy and immature technique caused her tongue to wander aimlessly inside his mouth.

Before Su Qing'an knew whether he should respond, he had instinctively grabbed the other's slender waist. But he quickly realized that something was wrong, so his hand lingered on the thin fabric outside her skin, applying a slight pressure as if he were carefully counting the vertebrae of her spine, stimulating the sensitive joint area.

The tingling sensation from the touch made the little girl freeze for a moment while kissing, causing her to let out a muffled whimper.

Extremely cute.

The boy's actions and his inability to breathe properly brought this passionate kiss to an abrupt end. She took a deep breath, and her slightly reproachful gaze towards Su Qing'an held no threat whatsoever.

But soon... the confused girl realized, a beat too slow, just how daring she had been to do.

Fu Hua buried her head in Su Qing'an's arms, not daring to look directly at his face. After a moment of silence, she murmured as if in a dream:

"Take... take me back?"

Su Qing'an took the hair tie she was holding between her fingers, put it on her wrist, and responded softly:

"... good."

Third floor.

Fu Hua's room.

One bed, two people.

With his back to the little girl, who he wasn't sure was asleep, the boy felt he needed to think about his current situation.

First, calm your mind.

I attended a dance party today, and then spent an hour lounging around on the sidelines.

As she began to drift into a hazy, dreamlike state, the slightly tipsy young woman, dressed in an elegant white dress, arrived just as promised, like a lady who had made an appointment to meet someone on a date.

Then... I was forcibly kissed.

After returning home, I escorted her to her room, only to be grabbed by the arm by an unusually clingy and utterly honest version of Fu Hua, who wouldn't let me leave.

Because they're so cute, it's impossible to resist, which has made the current situation quite bizarre.

The young girl seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully due to the effects of the alcohol, but Su Qing'an, due to her physical condition, remained clear-headed even as the alcohol continued to take effect, and even uncontrollably kept replaying the softness of the lips and the details within them.

His cheeks were burning. For Su Qing'an, who had no experience in this area, this was something to be embarrassed about. He could already imagine what the other person would think when they sobered up tomorrow.

But at this moment, the boy did not indulge in these thoughts or the morbid pleasure he found in Fu Hua's subsequent reaction; he began to gradually reflect on his previous judgment.

Su Qing'an always believed that Fu Hua liked him because of the remnants of their connection due to some inexplicable Karma and effect after the restart of the previous timeline. It was because of his identity as a teacher, the curiosity induced by the unknown mystery, and the unequal relationship that led to this.

But perhaps he was being too presumptuous; he presumptuously made his own assessment of the girl's inner feelings.

Failing to communicate properly and instead making unfounded judgments based solely on one's own imagination and information is an arrogance that breeds self-loathing.

Perhaps I should apologize to the other person.

The boy knew Fu Hua very well.

Therefore, he clearly understood that if the liking was based solely on the above reasons, it would not be enough for her to overcome so many personality obstacles and take the initiative to this extent.

Fu Hua loves herself, but this love carries a pure yet heavy weight.

Su Qing'an could neither deny it nor ignore it.

A girl's lips are a poison that stirs dreams, but the joy that emanates from her very bones is the real, inescapable net.

The boy turned around and gazed at the little girl's peaceful, smiling face as she slept. His initial embarrassment vanished, replaced by a pure and tender affection.

Immediately.

He noticed the other person's slender hand resting near him, as if grasping something in the air.

Is it when you're still awake, and you want to grab onto your own clothes?

The girl's subtle gestures resembled those of a child who was afraid to sleep alone and thus clung to her mother's clothes.

"They're still just kids, it must be tough for them."

"Good night."

Su Qing'an closed his eyes as he whispered something, gently holding that hand, and fell into a deep sleep.

Only,

As his consciousness completely faded, the boy quietly thought to himself.

Himeko, maybe drinking really can be addictive...

It was the early hours of the morning, before dawn.

In a daze, her consciousness, dragged out of a distant dream, warned her that something was very wrong. The girl vaguely felt a warmth enveloping and permeating her entire body, a comfort that counteracted the slight discomfort in her head after a hangover.

After a while, following this pleasant feeling of security, she opened her eyes.

Then, what came into view was the boy's face, which appeared even more delicate as he slept. His long lower eyelashes, which seemed even longer due to the distance between them, left a deep impression, and even the fine lines on his lips were clearly visible.

It's so good!

Only after Fu Hua reached this conclusion did she belatedly realize the reality that she was being embraced by the other person.

Something's not right.

Something's not right!

Something's not right?!

What happened? Why did I sleep with Su Qing'an? Did we do anything strange after we slept together?

Such questions kept escalating, causing the brain to enter a strange storm state in an instant. Memories of last night flooded back like a tidal wave, slowly giving the little girl's fair face a bright, rosy hue.

I forcibly kissed Master Su.

These large characters played on a loop in my mind, simultaneously recreating the scene from the video.

Then, enduring the shame, she continued to recall.

The conclusion is...

I begged Master Su to sleep with me, and then forced him to do so.

The little girl's heart was already engulfed in an unstoppable tsunami. She wanted to close her eyes and escape reality, but after losing her sight, the sensations of the other person's embrace and the hand on her waist became increasingly difficult to ignore.

Fu Hua gave up struggling, and a sob escaped her lips.

Unfortunately, because they were afraid of waking the other person, even these sobs could only remain as part of their inner thoughts; otherwise, they would have been quite adorable in real life.

Her face, almost steaming, was directly facing the boy's face, and the image reflected in her misty, watery eyes was one of Su Qing'an he had never seen before.

Thus... having shed all his immense power, washed away his indifferent expression, and dissipated his master's majesty, Su Qing'an was simply so beautiful that she evoked images of all things wonderful.

At this moment, he doesn't have to bear those enormous responsibilities, doesn't have to try to meet the expectations of others, and doesn't have to fight against monsters so terrifying that they inspire despair.

The boy only needs to peacefully and quietly immerse himself in sleep, waiting for the arrival of morning.

I... it seems like it's been a long time since I've seen him so relaxed and at ease.

Was it because of the cushion? She secretly brushed her fingertips across the other person's hand resting on her waist, her face flushed, but she didn't remove it.

If I move it... what if it wakes him up?

The girl found a reason for her actions. She looked at the boy's sleeping face, a smile appearing on her lips, and couldn't help but touch his hair.

This Master Su is kind of cute.

It seems like it's still early, so I'll sleep a little longer.

The little girl closed her eyes, her fingertips lingering on the boy's lips, and continued to nestle in his arms, gradually drifting off to sleep.

Meanwhile, the Little Feather, having witnessed everything, happily hopped and skipped about, playing and swimming freely in the Mind Lake...