Trying to Steal Her Stuff? (Continued)

After saying that.

Sirin drew back her long neck like an ostrich, immediately lowering her head and repeatedly intertwining her ten pale fingers as she played with them.

Crossing.

Twining.

Crossing again.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess.

Lord of Spirits... would Lord of Spirits agree?!

At that moment, Sirin secretly raised her head. Thinking Ren Yu had not noticed her little movements, she furtively glanced at him, then immediately put on an act as if nothing had happened and stood properly.

Or... would he refuse?

Sirin tightly pursed her lips. She felt as though ants were crawling all over her body, every second an agony.

She wanted an answer, yet feared being rejected by him.

Was this a little too rash?

Why had Lord of Spirits not spoken yet? Did he dislike her?

Just as Sirin's thoughts continued to run wild.

"..."

At that moment, Ren Yu suddenly felt a piercing gaze.

—From his left.

It was Inner Sie, who was confronting Sirin!

Ren Yu grimaced.

Sirin really dared to say anything!

Kiss her?

Even if she wanted him to do that sort of thing to her, she could not say it here.

After thinking it over, Ren Yu decided she probably wanted to act cute and seek affection from him.

So he simply held out his hand.

And ruffled her head.

At that moment, her silky white hair, flowing like moonlight, slipped through his fingers. Whether it was shampoo or her natural scent, a pleasant fragrance filled the air.

Below, Sirin's body stiffened at first, unsure what had happened.

But once she felt the warm hand on her head, she could not help narrowing her eyes in bliss.

So warm.

This was a little addictive.

Sirin rubbed against his palm.

Lord of Spirits... was he petting her head?