Thinking about what Ashe might need.
The corners of Qilin's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.
As she packed her things, she wondered what knowledge this so-called Super Seminary would actually teach her.
She had been thinking for a long time when, before she knew it,
Qilin had finished organizing the last item.
She glanced at her phone and realized it was already late at night.
Thinking that she had to leave for Super Seminary early the next morning,
Qilin quickly finished washing up.
Lying in bed, she set upright the framed photo at her bedside, which she had accidentally knocked over while organizing her things.
She glanced at the photograph inside the frame.
It was a picture of Ashe and Qilin together, taken the first time they had met after becoming acquainted.
Her gaze unconsciously softened.
Qilin straightened the position of the photograph, turning it to face her.
Then she slowly lay down.
She stopped thinking about what Super Seminary would bring her.
After all, no matter what happened or what the future held,
Ashe would always be by her side.
With that thought, Qilin's breathing gradually evened out, and she sank into a deep sleep.
The night passed quietly just like that.
The next morning, when a sliver of light shone into the room through the gap in the curtains,
the biological clock she had trained for years
made Rose, still dreaming, let out a sleepy murmur.
"Mm~~"
She lazily exhaled a long breath.
Rose habitually hugged the "quilt" in her arms tighter. She had slept wonderfully the night before, feeling almost as if she had returned to her childhood, when she would hug her beloved stuffed toy to sleep.
Feeling the warmth, smoothness, and comfort coming from the "quilt,"
Rose subconsciously rubbed against it.
A girl's instincts and habits
subconsciously made her unwilling to let go of the warm "quilt" in her arms.
At that moment, the "quilt" in Rose's arms seemed to be struggling because she was hugging it too tightly.
It began to struggle with a little force, as if trying to break free from Rose's embrace.
Rose's brows furrowed slightly.
She subconsciously tightened her hold. Using both her hands and feet, she reached one hand upward and grabbed a point of support above her.
The other slipped through from beneath the quilt and wrapped around it in the middle.
Her legs clamped the quilt tightly between them.
She attempted to completely subdue the disobedient "quilt."
When the "quilt" let out an "Mm-hm" sound,
Rose contentedly hugged the quilt, which had stopped struggling, even tighter.
She slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Ashe lying with her head on Rose's shoulder.
In that instant, Rose woke up completely.
Feeling the sensation coming from both her hands,
Rose's pupils unconsciously widened.
She finally understood completely
what the two points of support her hands had just grabbed actually were.
No wonder they felt so comfortable to hold—ugh, convenient. Why did it feel so strange?
She subconsciously held her breath.
Years of training allowed Rose to quickly calm her mind and control her breathing.
Looking at Ashe, whose eyes were still tightly closed as she slept,
Rose made up her mind that she absolutely could not let Ashe wake up now.
Otherwise, with her current situation, how was she supposed to explain herself?
Did she, Rose, also have Gender Identity Disorder?
How was that possible?!
She slowly pulled both hands away.
Then she gradually loosened her legs.
Although it should have been simple to release her hold and pull away,
Rose somehow took a full ten minutes to do it.
Afterward, Rose sat on the edge of the bed, watching Ashe, who was still sleeping soundly beside her.
Rose let out a relieved sigh.
She straightened her clothes.
She planned to take a shower in the bathroom first.
There was nothing she could do. She had hugged the quilt all night.
Now, her body
was covered from head to toe in the quilt's fragrance.
If she did not wash it off, Rose always felt as if she had a guilty conscience, like a thief caught in the act.
Especially one of her hands—
perhaps it was merely psychological, but Rose always felt as if a faint milky fragrance was coming from it.
As Rose quietly tiptoed into the bathroom,
Ashe, who had been lying asleep on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.
She sat up and moved her body a little.
Then she lowered her head and gently pulled open her collar.
She murmured softly,
"Honestly, why did she have to use so much force? It's all red. Fortunately, it recovered quickly!"
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