Ears Being Touched

Dan Heng rubbed his forehead.

Watching Stelle, who was gesticulating wildly with March 7th by his side, he couldn't help but think to himself.

The Trailblazer is really a handful. So worrying. When we go out to trailblaze in the future, I really have to keep a close eye on these two girls.

One glance away and something's bound to happen.

Stelle grinned and draped an arm around Dan Heng's shoulders, shoving a glass of Soolada into his hand.

"Have a sip, Dan Heng."

Dan Heng couldn't resist, and could only take a sip from Stelle's hand.

Too sweet and cloying, not really to Dan Heng's taste.

But, since Stelle personally offered it, he supposed he could make do.

The noise in the Parlor Car was so loud that even Sunday, who usually stayed quietly in the Party Car, couldn't help but come over to see what was going on.

Sunday?

Ever since this guy boarded the Express, he'd been hiding in a corner of the Party Car, his presence practically nonexistent.

Stelle had almost forgotten about him.

The man's ear feathers drooped obediently over his shoulders, swaying slightly with each step.

His dark gold eyes fell on the Trailblazer's boisterous figure.

The sweet, cloying scent of Soolada in the air made him feel as if he were on the streets of Penacony.

How peaceful, how comforting this scent was.

Sunday placed a hand over his heart, slowly closed his eyes, and a look of homesickness appeared on his face.

"Oh, Sun-buddy!"

The Trailblazer waved excitedly at Sunday standing on the stairs, and poured him a glass of Soolada. "This is original Soolada I brought back from Penacony. If it's not authentic, you don't have to pay!"

"What? You're going to charge our Express Crew newbie?!"

Hearing this, March 7th waved her hand preemptively, quickly filling her empty glass with Soolada. "Then I'll drink back the cost for Sun-buddy."

Hearing this nickname, three black lines visibly appeared on Sunday's forehead.

"Ahem, please don't call me that, just call me Sunday."

March 7th obediently changed her address.

The Trailblazer, well, she also obediently called out 'Sunday' on the surface.

But behind his back, when she was alone with Sunday, she would definitely mischievously and deliberately say the words 'Sun-buddy', just to see Sunday's embarrassed expression!

She was exactly this kind of naughty and wicked Nameless, heh heh heh!

Dan Heng saw that if these two kept making a ruckus, Pom-Pom would definitely come out and chase them back to their rooms, and establish an Express rule targeting the instigator Stelle: 'The Express is forbidden from holding any more food festivals.' So he quickly propped up March 7th.

"Mr. Sunday, if you could, could you take Stelle back to her room? I'm sorry to trouble you."

Dan Heng finished speaking, and seeing Sunday nod in agreement, he quickly supported March 7th back to the guest car.

He had to return to the chaotic scene and clean it up before Pom-Pom came out in a rage, so the task of sending the Trailblazer back to her room could only be entrusted to Sunday.

Dan Heng believed that Sunday was a very honest person.

Completely different from guys like Jing Yuan.

In fact, that was indeed the case.

Sunday was indeed very honest.

But Dan Heng forgot one thing.

Sunday being honest was useless, Stelle wasn't very honest!

"Aiya, slow down."

On the way back to her room, Stelle leaned almost her entire body on Sunday's arm. She only felt weak in her legs, the blood vessels at her temples throbbed violently, and her cheeks were flushed.

Wait, how did she end up completely drunk?!

[Stelle: Aha, wasn't I just drinking Soolada? Why do I feel like I drank alcohol?]

[Aha: If I didn't see wrong, the first bottle of Soolada you drank was the new Penacony version, which is a 50/50 mix of liquor and Soolada, 'Liquor Soolada'.]

[Stelle: What? There's such a bizarre flavor!]

[Aha: Isn't it normal for Soolada to have all sorts of flavors?

Speaking of which, you're still concerned about the flavor of Soolada at this point? Aren't you concerned about the gentleman next to you?

This is Sunday (waggling eyebrows), the most handsome Halovian in Penacony, without exception. Don't you have any thoughts?]

[Stelle: Am I seeing a strange expression on your face? No, do you even have a face?

And who voted for this most handsome title? You didn't just make it up, did you?]

Forget it, but yeah, even if you didn't give me the order, I've been wanting to give Sunday's ear feathers a good rua rua.

Now's the time to rua! Here I come, old Sun!]

Poor Sunday was just entrusted by Dan Heng to escort the Trailblazer back to her room, but the latter saw him as something she already owned.

He helped the dizzy, swaying Trailblazer up the stairs, finally reaching the second floor of the party carriage.

Am I, am I going into a girl's room...?

Sunday bit his lip unconsciously and muttered an apology to himself.

Then he gently pushed open the door.

The Trailblazer's room was much bigger than he had imagined.

How nice, no wonder she's the Express Crew's beloved.

Thinking of this, Sunday looked down at Stelle, who was clinging to his arm.

Whenever he saw Stelle, he would think of his sister, Robin.

So pure and lovely.

Making one want to protect her.

Robin should be doing well in Penacony now, right?

Thinking of his sister, Sunday was momentarily lost in thought.

But after all, he was once a Deacon, and his mind was unusually firm. The hesitation lasted only half a second before he quickly returned to normal.

He helped the Trailblazer to lie down on the bed.

Seeing the flush on the Trailblazer's cheeks, Sunday prepared to go to the bathroom to wet a towel and wipe Stelle's face.

When he was helping the Trailblazer up the stairs just now, he smelled the aroma of wine emanating from her lips.

Associating it with the common new flavors of Soolada, he immediately understood the reason.

The Trailblazer must have been careless and accidentally bought Soolada containing alcohol.

Even though he knew the Trailblazer was drunk, Sunday didn't indulge himself in alcohol, so he didn't know how to take care of a drunk person.

But even though he didn't have any experience in this area, he subconsciously wanted to do more for the Trailblazer.

Stelle lay on the bed, groggily opening her eyes and seeing Sunday walking towards the bathroom.

His ear feathers trembled almost imperceptibly in the air.

Stelle heard the sound of rushing water inside, followed by footsteps approaching, and she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be drunk again.

What everyone didn't know was that Stelle only got flushed cheeks when she drank, and her mind was always clear.

In other words, she had been pretending to be drunk all along.

It was the same in Belobog last time, and it was the same now.

A wet towel touched her face, relieving the heat on her skin.

Sunday didn't turn on the lights in the room. In the dark, Stelle boldly squinted her eyes, unafraid of being noticed that she was still conscious.

She slowly raised her hand.

Sunday was completely unaware, carefully wiping Stelle's face before preparing to return the towel to the bathroom and leave.

Just then, he felt a strange sensation transmitted from his ear feathers to his whole body.

Ugh, my ear feathers... were touched!

Realizing this, Sunday's breath suddenly tightened, and his waist softened uncontrollably.