“Let go of me! I can walk by myself!”
Yiweite didn’t say a word. She only held Yelena tighter.
Yelena still left that magic lantern for Aisha. The blonde brave’s lips parted slightly, but the words she wanted to say never came out, so she simply gave up.
Aisha, carrying the lantern back to camp, had lost all her pride and confidence. In her complicated expression, was it helplessness? Regret? Inability to let go? No one knew. The two parties walking away from each other couldn’t understand each other’s feelings at that moment.
“Strong Woman! Aisha wasn’t done talking, and I wasn’t done enjoying the drama!”
“You’ve been chatting outside for too long. You’ll freeze. Get back to the tent.”
Yiweite’s eyes were calm, without much explanation. She knew that as soon as Aisha opened her mouth, it would be about the Church. The follow-up would definitely be something like “May God bless you” and “May the Will of the Church be with you.”
Yiweite couldn’t stand hearing those words. Or rather, she bore a grudge against the Church. Her uncle Damian had once led five thousand troops to confront a hundred thousand demon soldiers at the border. He held out for weeks, isolated and without support. The nearest human force to her uncle back then was the Church’s army, which was also Aisha’s father Desmond Parisio’s unit. For some reason, just a few days before Desmond’s troops were about to rush to the front line where her uncle was fighting, they suddenly changed direction and headed to another front line confronting the Demon Race. The result was that her uncle died in battle, his entire army annihilated. It was a long time before the Church’s main forces hurried back to defend…
And now, Yiweite knew that Yelena had also been ruthlessly abandoned by these people from the Church, her most trusted teammates. Her heart must still hold many grievances and scars. She couldn’t let Yelena continue to be deceived by the sweet talk of the Church’s pawns. Her future was free, but Yiweite would also do her utmost to offer all her tenderness to her.
“Little Fox, let’s go back. I have something to say.”
Maybe she needed to give her little chef a little punishment. The chance encounter with Aisha just now was like a random event refreshing, but Yiweite seemed to have noticed something fishy about that warm milk.
The two returned to the Phoenix Nirvana Squad’s tent. Anna was already kneeling and waiting, and had even lit a magic heater inside the tent.
“Lady Yelena, Lady Yiweite, you’re back.”
“We’re back. Thank you, Anna.”
“Is Lady Yelena okay?”
“Heh, her problems aren’t problems. Come over and lie down, Little Fox.”
Yiweite briefly exchanged words with Anna. After confirming nothing was wrong, she lay down first and spread out a warm double down comforter. Then she deliberately lifted the covers to reveal a large empty space beside her and patted it suggestively toward Yelena. Come on, let’s have some fun~
She didn’t outright say she liked her, but with all the hints and little gestures, it was obvious what she wanted to do. Any normal carbon-based life form would understand.
“We’re not at that stage yet…”
Yelena’s voice was very soft. Her cheeks flushed red, and her fox ears trembled slightly.
“Then tell me, what stage are we at? Hmm?” Yiweite chuckled and continued, “Little Fox, you tampered with the warm milk you gave me just now, didn’t you?”
“That, that’s just your imagination! You’re simply too tired!”
“Anna used a sleep-dispelling magic tool to wake me up. Keep lying, go ahead~”
Yelena’s voice grew more and more shaky: “Y-you’re talking nonsense! That’s not true!”
“I had Anna test the residual magic in my cup just now. And guess what? It was all your power. I feel like you’ve filled me up ♡with♡your♡kind♡, huh?~♪”
Yiweite suddenly stood up, not giving Yelena any time to react. In an instant, she grabbed her and somewhat forcefully pulled her into her arms. Then she wrapped her up in the big blanket. It was a very warm embrace, heated like sunlight. There was no warning, no hesitation.
Yelena was completely caught off guard.
“Y-you! What are you trying to do?!”
“Nothing much. Just giving you something nice~ Something fun~”
“You’re being a pervert!”
“In the end, Little Fox, you drugged me to avoid this exact situation, right?”
Seeing Yiweite’s increasingly fierce advance, Yelena tried to struggle, but it was futile. She recalled the image of Yiweite working out at home, bench pressing 200kg without even breathing hard.
‘I’m doomed!’
“Anna! Help! Save me!”
Tears welled up in Yelena’s eyes. With her last hope, she called out to the maid she trusted.
“Give it up, Lady Yelena. I’ll bless you two. Since Lady Yelena could chat for so long with the Hero in the cold outside, chatting a bit more with Lady Yiweite now shouldn’t be a problem.”
Demon! Yelena forgot that they were birds of a feather.
Seeing Yelena’s lifeless, trembling fox ears drooping in fear, Yiweite’s previously impulsive heart suddenly became a bit restrained. If she made a mistake tonight because she was too excited, would Yelena hate her later… The hand that had been reaching down also involuntarily withdrew.
She changed her strategy. Instead, she brought her head close to the ear of the little fox girl in her arms, and simply chose to lightly bite down on the tip of one ear, Mmph… Then she started to do some simple… things.
(Insert imagination here, blah blah.)
…
…
However, outside the tent, the blonde girl suddenly turned back. Her steps were light, tiptoeing. She shouldn’t have come back.
The Holy Cross of the Church had confirmed it; the Sacred Relic wouldn’t lie. Yelena was definitely a good girl.
“I didn’t get to say what I wanted earlier… Just a few more words.”
Aisha tried to convince herself. She just wanted to understand the fox tribe girl a little more, to know what stories were hidden in those pure pomegranate-red eyes. Or perhaps she knew something about that fox tribe boy.
The campfire outside the three-person tent was reduced to embers. She was still approaching, but when she was about ten meters away from Yelena’s tent, she stopped. Not her footsteps, but her breath.
What was that sound?
At first, she thought she misheard. Maybe it was an owl crying not far away, or the wind blowing through the tent, causing rustling sounds. But none of those were it. It was a woman’s voice. Not a voice speaking normally.
She just wanted to listen to some sad music, that’s all.
(Insert imagination here, blah blah.)
…
So, the reason the Phoenix Nirvana Squad’s tent was so tightly sealed that no light could get through and no one could see inside was for this…
Aisha’s pupils dilated. She spent a night she would never forget in her life.