Rose: I'm Really Nervous!

Considering what Ashe might need.

Qilin's lips curved into an unconscious smile.

While packing, she pondered what knowledge this so-called Super Seminary would impart to her.

After much thought, it was almost unintentional.

Qilin finished packing the last item.

Glancing at her phone, she realized it was late at night.

Thinking she needed to get to Super Seminary early the next morning.

Qilin quickly finished her washing routine.

Lying in bed, she propped up the photo frame on her bedside table, which she had accidentally knocked over while tidying up.

She looked at the photo.

It was the first picture taken together by Ashe and Qilin shortly after they first met.

Her gaze softened unconsciously.

Qilin adjusted the photo frame, centering it on herself.

Then, she slowly lay down.

She stopped thinking about what Super Seminary might bring her.

After all, no matter what, no matter what the future held.

Ashe would always be by her side.

With this thought, Qilin's breathing gradually evened out, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The night passed quietly like this.

The next morning, as a sliver of light pierced through the gap in the curtains and entered the room.

Her biological clock, honed by years of training.

Caused Rose, still in her sleep, to let out a soft murmur.

"Mmm~~"

She let out a lazy sigh.

Rose habitually hugged the "quilt" in her arms. She had slept very comfortably last night, feeling like she was back to her childhood, sleeping with her beloved stuffed toy.

Feeling the warmth, smoothness, and comfort emanating from the "quilt."

Rose instinctively nuzzled into it.

A natural instinct and habit of a girl.

It made her reluctant to let go of the warm "quilt" in her arms.

At this moment, the "quilt" in Rose's arms seemed to struggle slightly because Rose was holding it too tightly. It seemed to want to break free from Rose's embrace.

So, Rose frowned slightly.

She unconsciously tightened her grip, using both hands and feet. One hand reached up, grabbing a point of support above.

One hand went to the middle, slipping under the quilt to embrace it.

Her feet sandwiched the quilt in between.

Attempting to completely subdue the disobedient "quilt."

As a soft "Mmmph" came from the "quilt."

Rose, satisfied, hugged the quilt that no longer struggled.

She slowly opened her eyes.

She saw Ashe, whose head was resting on her shoulder, right in front of her.

In that instant, Rose was completely awake.

Feeling the sensation in her hands.

Rose's pupils widened unconsciously.

She finally understood.

What the points of support her hands had been gripping were.

No wonder it felt so comfortable, no, convenient, and not so strange.

She instinctively held her breath.

Years of training allowed Rose to quickly calm herself.

Looking at Ashe, who still had her eyes closed and was fast asleep.

Rose made up her mind not to let Ashe wake up at this moment.

How could she explain her current situation?

Did she, Rose, also have "gender identity disorder"?

Impossible!

She slowly pulled her hands away.

Slowly, she released her legs.

It should have been a simple act of releasing and pulling away.

Yet, Rose took a full ten minutes to do it.

Afterward, Rose sat by the bedside, watching Ashe, who was still fast asleep beside her.

Rose let out a sigh of relief.

She tidied her clothes.

She decided to go to the bathroom for a shower first.

She had no choice, as she had been hugging a quilt all night.

Her body now.

Was filled with the scent of the quilt.

If she didn't wash it off, Rose felt a sense of guilt, as if she had stolen something.

Especially on one of her hands.

Whether it was psychological or not, Rose could faintly detect a milky scent, a subtle milky fragrance, coming from one of her hands.

As Rose tiptoed into the bathroom.

Ashe, who had been lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up and stretched her body.

Then, she lowered her head and gently opened her collar.

She murmured softly.

"Really, why did you have to squeeze so hard? It's all red. Luckily, it recovers quickly!"