He Xi stood rooted to the spot, staring at that gentle figure.
Come to think of it, it had not actually been that long since Zoya had gone to the Eastern Continent.
Yet for some reason, seeing those familiar violet eyes again made the longing in his heart surge like the tide. He opened his mouth, but for a moment, He Xi did not know what to say.
As if scalded by his burning gaze, Zoya instinctively turned away after greeting him. "Wash your hands first. I... I'll go bring out the soup."
Before she could turn around, a fierce gust rushed toward her.
The little elf suddenly found herself lifted into the air, and she instinctively clung to He Xi's shoulders.
Their breaths intertwined in the narrow space between them. His face, so close at hand, made her mind go blank, while crimson unruly spread across her fair cheeks.
"He Xi... I... put me down, there's still... mmph."
Warm lips touched hers.
Catching sight of that cat-stunned, dog-dazed pair from the corner of her eye, Zoya instinctively clenched her fist, wanting to punch this bad guy.
But as her arm came down, the strength she had gathered seemed to be drawn out through her lips.
She struggled symbolically for a moment. Her clenched fist gradually loosened, becoming a palm that gently stroked the broad back that made her feel safe. Slowly, she closed her eyes and awkwardly returned his kiss.
"Meow... meow..."
At the kitchen door, Tata stood with her mouth slightly open, blankly watching the scene.
Though she had long known about the relationship between her mistress and this silver-haired elf, this was the first time she had personally seen her mistress being so intimate with the silver-haired demon...
*Is Tata sick? Why does... why does my chest