Chapter 107: Enough Room for Two

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared in Seraphina’s violet eyes, which then turned into a complex emotion.

Looking at the slightly awkward Demon King by the bed—this once domineering Demon King who had forcefully made her share the bed—now hesitating over such a small issue.

“There’s only one bed here.” Seraphina sighed, her gaze sweeping over the still spacious but obviously much smaller bed compared to the exaggerated one in the Demon King’s castle.

“You…”

Movira felt like she might have misheard, but the voice just now was clearly real.

Her dark eyes filled with unbelievable astonishment, followed by an almost flattered panic. “No… no need.”

“I can sleep on the floor. Or, Dekalorin probably hasn’t slept yet; I can go ask her for a room…”

Seraphina furrowed her brows, looking at her in confusion. “Why?”

Her tone carried genuine puzzlement—puzzlement over everything Movira had shown during this time.

“Before, in the Demon King’s castle, didn’t you… always forcefully demand that I sleep by your side? Back then, you never asked for my opinion.”

Recalling those nights of being forcibly hugged and unable to escape, Seraphina’s emotions stirred a bit, but at this moment, it was more curiosity about Movira’s drastic change before and after.

She suddenly felt that the flustered Movira in front of her was a bit… amusing.

“Just sleep here.”

The huge contrast before and after sparked a subtle, somewhat retaliatory teasing notion in her. Her pale lips curved into a faint arc, her voice light and airy, as if caressing Movira’s tense nerves.

“Hm?” Seraphina felt like she was the one in control this time! She even deliberately drew out her tone, carrying the playfulness that Movira used to have.

“Who was it back then… who dragged me to the bed without a word? And who was it that said her bed was big enough and forced me to undress…”

At this point, Seraphina stopped just right, her own cheeks slightly heating up, but her gaze still fixed on Movira. “Why are you being so shy now? Like a little girl who’s been bullied?”

“Alright!” A faint blush instantly spread across Movira’s cheeks. Though not obvious, the embarrassment and the evasion in her eyes didn’t escape Seraphina’s notice.

The other opened her mouth, as if to explain, but ultimately said nothing.

Could she say it was because she feared that getting close now would cause Seraphina’s aversion and avoidance again?

Could she say it was because, after barely regaining what she had lost, that cherished feeling and the fear of losing it again made her timid? Even the intimacy she once took for granted, she no longer dared?

In the end, Movira didn’t refute, merely pursing her lips and avoiding Seraphina’s gaze. “It’s not the same… You need rest now; I’m afraid I’ll disturb you.”

Those nearly half a month of days, almost like being lost and soulless, were definitely among the few extremely difficult periods in her life. They filled her with fear and despair, making her body and soul instinctively reject them.

Seraphina looked at this rare appearance of Movira, the strange feeling in her heart deepening.

This Movira, without her dominance, was unexpectedly… cute?

This thought startled even herself.

However, the deepening fatigue surged like a tide, and she no longer had extra energy to probe into Movira’s changes.

“Whatever you want…” Her voice gradually lowered, carrying an increasingly thick weariness, as she shifted her body toward the inner side of the bed. Though difficult, she still made enough space.

“This bed, though not as good as yours, is enough for two… more than enough, and the quilt is big enough too. I’m tired…”

With that, she quickly closed her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming even and long, as if those few words had exhausted all her remaining energy.

Movira stood there dazed, her body joints as stiff as stone, her heart struggling.

Looking at Seraphina’s face quickly falling into deep sleep, that defenseless appearance quietly tugged at her heart.

In the end, she lay down slowly and carefully on the side of the bed that was left empty.

Her body was still tense, shrinking as much as possible toward the edge, afraid of touching Seraphina.

This was the exact opposite of her past sleeping posture, where she always firmly encircled Seraphina in her arms.

In the dead of night, only their shallow breathing intertwined.

Movira had no sleepiness at all. Even though her body kept sending fatigue signals, she still lay with her eyes open in the darkness, cautiously turning her head sideways, greedily gazing at Seraphina’s sleeping face by the pure white moonlight streaming through the window.

The moonlight outlined the other’s delicate contours, long lashes casting soft shadows under her eyes, slightly dry lips faintly closed.

Movira’s gaze lingered there for a long time; the memory of that soft, warm touch became increasingly clear.

If it were in the past, when she was still that unrestrained demon, she would have unhesitatingly leaned down and fully claimed that sweetness that belonged only to her.

But now… she just watched.

The inner struggle was still suppressed by reality; she was afraid—afraid that any slightly out-of-line action would cause her to lose Seraphina again.

Until the round moon outside the window gradually slanted westward, the starlight dimmed, and the latter half of the night quietly “spread,” the extreme mental tension and the weariness from the past days overcame everything, and she slowly entered a shallow sleep.

Sunlight streamed through the window, filling the entire room.

Seraphina gradually emerged from her sleep. The first thing she felt was the unusual heat source beside her, but with less aggressiveness.

She turned her head, surprised to find Movira still in deep sleep.

This was almost unprecedented. In her memory, Movira always woke earlier than her, sometimes even disappearing by the time she opened her eyes or watching her with that familiar, playful gaze.

At this moment, Movira’s brows were slightly furrowed, stripped of her usual dominance, unexpectedly giving Seraphina a rare sense of vulnerability.

Seraphina watched quietly for a while, merely sighing once without disturbing her, just carefully and slowly sitting up.

She first tried moving her limbs, pleasantly surprised to find the pain all over her body had lessened considerably. It was as if a gentle and continuous warm flow was slowly moving through her body.

Nourishing the damaged areas, even her limbs felt stronger than yesterday. Though still far from full health, this recovery speed already satisfied Seraphina.

This strange feeling made her involuntarily glance at Movira again. It was probably the result of Movira expending her own power to heal her without her knowing.