His Ear Feathers Were Touched

Dan Heng rubbed his forehead.

Watching Stelle gesticulate wildly beside March 7th, he could not help but think to himself.

The Trailblazer's situation was genuinely dangerous. She made people worry so much. When they went out trailblazing in the future, he really would have to keep a close eye on these two girls.

If he looked away for even a moment, something would happen.

Stelle grinned as she slung an arm around Dan Heng's shoulders and stuffed a cup of Soolada into his hand.

"Have a sip, Dan Heng."

Unable to refuse, Dan Heng could only take a sip from Stelle's hand.

It was far too sweet and cloying, not really to Dan Heng's taste.

But since Stelle was feeding him herself, it was tolerable enough.

The observation car was so noisy that even Sunday, who usually stayed quietly in the party car, could not help coming over to see what was going on.

Sunday?

Ever since he had boarded the train, he had hidden in a corner of the party car, his presence usually close to nonexistent.

Stelle had nearly forgotten about him.

The man's ear feathers hung obediently over his shoulders and neck, trembling faintly up and down with each step.

His dusky golden gaze fell upon the Trailblazer's rowdy figure.

The cloyingly sweet fragrance of Soolada drifting through the air made him feel as though he were standing on the streets of Penacony.

What a peaceful, comforting scent.

Sunday stroked his chest and slowly closed his eyes, homesickness appearing on his face like that of someone far from home.

"Hey, Old Day!"

The Trailblazer excitedly waved at Sunday, who stood on the stairs, and poured him a cup of Soolada. "This is authentic original Soolada I brought back from Penacony. If it isn't authentic, you don't pay!"

"What? You want to charge the youngest member of our Express Crew?!"

Upon hearing that, March 7th hurriedly waved her hand and filled her empty cup with Soolada. "Then I'll drink his share for him."

At that form of address, three black lines visibly crossed Sunday's forehead.

"Ahem. Everyone, please do not call me that. Sunday will do."

March 7th obediently changed what she called him back.

As for the Trailblazer, she obediently called him "Sunday" on the surface too.

But behind the scenes, whenever she was alone with Sunday, she would definitely mischievously and deliberately say "Old Day," just to see his embarrassed expression!

That was exactly the kind of wicked and awful Nameless she was. Hehehe!

Seeing the two of them continue to make a fuss, Dan Heng knew Pom-Pom would absolutely come out and chase them back to their rooms, then establish some train rule like "No More Food Festivals on the Express," specifically targeting Stelle, the instigator. So he hurriedly grabbed March 7th.

"Mr. Sunday, if possible, could you take Stelle back to her room? Sorry to trouble you."

After Dan Heng spoke, Sunday nodded in agreement, and Dan Heng immediately dragged March 7th back to the passenger car.

Before Pom-Pom came storming out, he had to return to the messy scene and clean it up. Therefore, the task of taking the Trailblazer back to her room could only be handed to Sunday.

Dan Heng believed Sunday was an honest, decent man.

Completely unlike someone such as Jing Yuan.

In fact, that was indeed the case.

Sunday really was honest.

But Dan Heng had forgotten one thing.

It did not matter if Sunday was honest—Stelle was not very honest at all!

"Hey, slow down."

On the way back to her room, Stelle was practically leaning her entire body against Sunday's arm. She only felt weak in the legs, with the veins at her temples throbbing fiercely and her cheeks flushed red.

Wait, why did she look completely drunk right now?!

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Stelle: Aha, wasn't what I drank just now Soolada? Why does it feel like I drank alcohol?

Aha: If I'm not mistaken, the first bottle of Soolada you drank was a new Penacony release, "Liquor Soolada," mixed half and half with hard liquor and Soolada.

Stelle: What? There was such a bizarre flavor?!

Aha: Isn't it perfectly normal for Soolada to come in all kinds of flavors?

Come to think of it, at a time like this, you're still concerned about the flavor of Soolada? Shouldn't you be concerned about the gentleman beside you?

This is Sunday, you know. Wiggle eyebrows. The most handsome Halovian in all of Penacony, without question. Don't you have any thoughts about him?

Stelle: Did I just see a very strange expression on your face? No, wait, do you even have a face?

And who voted him the most handsome, anyway? Don't tell me you made it up.

Forget it. Still, you're right. Even if you hadn't issued a conquest directive, I'd already wanted to give Sunday's ear feathers a good, hard rub.

If not now, then when? Old Day, here I come!

Poor Sunday had merely been entrusted by Dan Heng to take the Trailblazer back to her room, yet she had already regarded him as prey in her grasp.

He supported the dizzy, swaying Trailblazer up the stairs, finally making it to the second floor of the party car with great difficulty.

He was going to enter a girl's room...

Sunday unconsciously bit his lip and silently said, Excuse me.

Then he gently pushed open the door.

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

How nice. As expected of the Express Crew's beloved youngest member.

Thinking this, Sunday lowered his head and glanced at Stelle, who clung to his arm.

Whenever he saw Stelle, he thought of his younger sister, Robin.

Pure and adorable.

The kind of person one wanted to protect.

Robin was surely doing well in Penacony right now.

Thinking of his sister, Sunday was distracted for a moment.

But he had once served as a priest, and his will was not ordinarily steadfast. He hesitated for only half a second before quickly returning to normal.

He helped the Trailblazer onto the bed.

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

When he had supported the Trailblazer up the stairs just now, he had caught the scent of alcohol spilling from between her lips and teeth.

Thinking of Soolada's countless unusual new flavors, he immediately understood the reason.

The Trailblazer must not have looked carefully and accidentally bought a Soolada containing alcohol.

Even though he knew the Trailblazer had drunk too much, Sunday had never let loose through drinking himself, so he did not know how to take care of someone who was drunk.

But even without any experience in this regard, he still subconsciously wanted to do more for the Trailblazer.

Stelle lay on the bed and groggily opened her eyes, seeing Sunday heading toward the bathroom.

His ear feathers trembled almost imperceptibly in the air.

Stelle heard the sound of running water inside, followed by footsteps drawing nearer. She promptly closed her eyes and pretended to remain drunk.

What no one knew was that drinking only made Stelle's cheeks turn red. Her mind always remained perfectly clear.

In other words, she had been pretending to be drunk the entire time.

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

A damp towel brushed across her face, easing the heat in her skin.

Sunday had not turned on the room lights. In the pitch darkness, Stelle boldly narrowed her eyes without worrying that he would notice she was still conscious.

She slowly raised her hand.

Sunday noticed nothing. After carefully wiping Stelle's face, he prepared to return the towel to the bathroom and leave.

At that moment, however, he felt a strange sensation travel from his ear feathers throughout his entire body.

Mm, his ear feathers... had been touched!

Realizing that, Sunday's breath abruptly tightened, and his waist went soft beyond his control.

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