Inside the room.
Wuye lay flat in the middle of the soft cloud bed, staring at the ceiling like a vegetable.
Kaguya sat sideways at the bedside, looking at him like a hunter eyeing her prey.
"Be gentle..."
Wuye stared blankly upward, as if he had already resigned himself to his fate.
Life was like getting screwed. Since he couldn't screw back, he could only lie back and enjoy it.
After Kaguya carried him back to the room, she was clearly no longer as agitated as before.
Her hand reached over and gently covered Wuye's. Then she spread her slender fingers, threading them between his one by one until their fingers interlocked.
The contact between their palms made both their hearts race.
This was holding back before letting loose. After being pent up for so long, once it was released, every sensation became heightened.
Just as Wuye had done before, she carefully stroked every one of his fingers, as though she were studying some rare treasure.
"Alright, we've held hands, and you're satisfied now. You should let me go, right?"
After a while, Kaguya stopped caressing his hand, and Wuye seized the chance to persuade her.
But Kaguya Otsutsuki merely shook her head lightly.
"Not enough..." she said softly.
"What else do you want to—"
Before Wuye could finish, Kaguya took off her wooden clogs, then leaned forward and toppled directly onto him.
Wuye: "..."
Softness filled his arms, and a sweet fragrance wafted into his nose.
From his angle, all he could see was Kaguya's long blue-white hair spilling down her back, spread across nearly the entire bed.
Her cheek rested against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
It was as if a soft little kitten were hidden between their bodies, pressing against Wuye's abdomen—springy and tender.
Her