Valeera straightened the straps across her chest, always taking the chance to relax after a bath.
As a stealth user, having a large chest was no advantage; in extreme combat conditions, it even became an obstacle.
Jaina was stunned, seeing such an uncoordinated physical proportion for the very first time.
How on earth did Valeera manage to stuff those surging waves into those straps?
"Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?" Facing a private question, Jaina's cheeks flushed red as she asked gently.
Valeera answered indifferently, "It does. Two burdens."
If Lucille heard her say that, she would surely be too angry to eat.
Valeera changed into her pajamas, turned to look Jaina up and down, and pressed on, "Are you going out?"
It was eight o'clock in the evening, a time when Jaina would normally have already changed into her pajamas and prepared for skincare and sleep.
Her daytime work was busy, with scorching flames damaging her skin severely. Without good sleep, that fair little face would soon be saying goodbye to Jaina.
Jaina froze, her gaze shifting uncertainly. She hurried over and grabbed Valeera's arm. "I'm going back to Boralus for a bit. Um... can you not tell Rowan?"
Valeera naturally shook her head, refusing, "Rowan instructed me in advance to keep a close eye on you these days."
Jaina furrowed her brows slightly and feigned anger. "Are we good sisters or not? Don't you know you're supposed to keep secrets for me about some things?"
Sisters? Valeera didn't feel any aversion to the word. She gazed blankly at Jaina and said, "I can keep your secret, but you still can't go."
"You!" Jaina stopped herself mid-sentence, returning to her chair with a depressed expression.
"Rowan wants to protect you." Valeera poured Jaina a cup of tea and sat down opposite