Olivia jumped down from the chandelier, her toes lightly touching the sofa. Her left hand pressed against the backrest as she leaned forward, turning half her body sideways as fluidly as water and tilting her head to stare at Jiang Han.
The Sleeping Witch looked languid, yet she was exceptionally nimble. Even jumping down from several meters up, she made no sound.
Just like a cat.
Jiang Han paid slight attention to Olivia's eyes and felt that the light within that starry blackness was brighter than ever.
"..."
"You're back?"
After licking the back of her right hand, Olivia slipped into the sofa in one smooth motion. Her limbs moved beneath her black gown, stirring the curtain-like fabric as she silently shifted to face the table. Her left foot lazily touched the floor while her other leg knelt on the sofa. Then she straightened both arms, pressed her palms against her right knee, and lifted her back straight, radiating an elegant, proper, and silent air.
Just like a cat.
Jiang Han repeated the assessment in her heart, quickly withdrew her gaze, and gave a sweet smile.
"I-I just got back..."
Her mind was still a little muddled. She had originally wanted to organize her words before speaking, but after spending some time with Olivia, she had accumulated some strange "experience."
First: after Olivia spoke, it was best to answer within five seconds. Otherwise, she would sulk and refuse to help you for the entire day.
Second: do not look directly into her eyes for more than five seconds. Otherwise, she would sulk terribly and harass you all day whenever you were busy.
And lastly, never ignore Olivia... Once, Jiang Han had been writing a paper and ignored her question of, "What do you think of the brightness of my cat-tail