Mo Jia had a strange dream. After a long time, she was once again bound by the Evil God, but the touch was no longer cold and slimy. Instead, it had become soft and warm, even carrying a fragrant scent. Not only did she not find it unpleasant, she even felt complete trust.
On the morning of the first day of the new year, when dawn shone through the white translucent curtains into the room, she drowsily opened her eyes and discovered that she was wrapped around the other girl in bed like an octopus, utterly lacking in restraint.
For a moment, her pupils contracted sharply. She had no memory at all of what had happened the night before, but looking at the two of them squeezed onto the small bed, with the silver-haired girl sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed, no matter how she looked at it, it seemed like she had taken the initiative to cling to her teacher.
She hurriedly tried to pull back the arm and leg she had draped over her teacher, but when she saw her teacher's incomparably beautiful profile in sleep, her movements gradually stopped.
She thought that her teacher, as a goddess, really was as perfect as a work of art. Being able to experience her teacher from such close range was such a rare opportunity. Missing it would always feel a little regrettable. So, with a slightly unhealthy thought in mind, she maintained her embrace around the soft, fragrant body in her arms, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she found that her teacher had somehow turned to face her and was quietly watching her.
Mo Jia's fair face instantly flushed red. She hurriedly adjusted her posture and said shyly, "I-I've never slept in