The Serenitea Pot.
That day, Fischl opened her eyes on the soft, spacious bed.
As she woke, a fragrance drifted toward her.
She knew that scent well. It was Ellin's.
She tried to turn over, only to find it difficult.
A comforting warmth pressed against her side.
The white-haired girl had both arms wrapped around her, their heads nestled closely together.
"This..."
Fischl's mind went blank with a buzz, and her little face instantly flushed red.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
She covered her mouth, trying not to make too much noise, but her eyes still brimmed with delighted surprise.
She and Ellin were usually very close, but when they slept, she was almost always the one holding Ellin. Ellin rarely took the initiative to hold her.
Yet today, Ellin was holding her like a doll, their heads pressed snugly together!
"Mm..."
The unusual noise made Ellin open her sleepy eyes, revealing a pair of faintly gleaming blue irises.
She looked at Fischl and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong, Fischl?"
"Ellin, you... I... you're holding me!"
"Hmm?"
Ellin tucked the white hair hanging before her eyes behind her ear, then slipped one hand beneath her head.
Her beautiful blue eyes rested on Fischl.
"You just felt so soft that I wanted to hold you. If you don't like it, I won't do it again."
"No, no, no..."
Ellin was breathtakingly beautiful. Under her gaze, Fischl shyly lowered her head.
"It's not that I don't like it. I just... just wasn't expecting it."
Inside the large villa.
"I'm full! I'm heading out!"
Ellin waved and left with Feng'er.
"Okay! Bye, Ellin!"
Fischl, Noelle, and Sucrose waved goodbye to her.
"Do you think Ellin seems a little different today?"
Fischl looked at the breakfast on the table. Ellin had made egg and pork congee,