Froy's room was at the far left of the third floor.
Chen Lun stopped outside and gently knocked on the door.
Knock, knock...
He waited a while, but there was no response from inside.
"Hmm...?"
Somewhat puzzled, Chen Lun listened closely. His powerful hearing allowed him to detect faint breathing inside.
"Is she sleeping in there?"
He turned the doorknob and found that it was actually unlocked.
With a click, he easily pushed the door open.
"Froy?"
Chen Lun called out and walked inside.
This was his first time entering Froy's room, and it was unbelievably plain.
Apart from a table, a chair, a wardrobe, and a bed, there were no decorations to be seen.
The curtains were tightly drawn, leaving the entire room dim and rather empty, with an indescribable stillness.
Chen Lun's eyes flickered, their pupils becoming vertical slits. He saw Froy lying on her side in bed, covered by a thin, dark purple velvet blanket, her eyes closed in sleep.
She wore black silk pajamas, and her long, pale golden hair lay scattered across her pillow.
Chen Lun stood there for a dozen or so seconds, quietly studying the girl.
Then he brought over the room's only chair, placed it beside the bed, and plopped down on it.
He took a wineglass and an ice sphere out of the Blood-Poem Ring, poured the last small vial of [Mirna Blood Wine] into the glass, and gently swirled it with a clink.
"Hmm, she's sleeping so soundly... she won't be waking up anytime soon."
Chen Lun murmured.
"Looks like I'll have to drink this wine myself, even though I put so much effort into brewing it for her."
He sighed softly.
The very next second, Froy sat up, her lips pressed together and her face turned straight toward Chen