Seraphina’s successive proactive intimacies were like pebbles thrown into the lake surface, stirring up ripples in Movira’s heart.
This completely unexpected development caused her brain to crash directly, and she could only rely on instinct, slowly raising her arms, pulling up the bedding to wrap around Seraphina, and then gently encircling Seraphina’s shoulders.
She suddenly felt like she was in a dream.
Before, Seraphina couldn’t wait to be separated from her by heaven and earth, but now?
She was proactively leaning in her embrace, the real temperature and weight, and that dependence, had already told that this was reality, not a dream.
She had no choice; Seraphina was using this way to temporarily escape the pain of cognition, and also using the “sisters” relationship as an explanation and protective shell, drawing the sense of security she could provide.
…
Seraphina doesn’t hate me, and proactively getting close is real!
“Mm…” Then Seraphina shifted her body in her embrace, her voice a bit dissatisfied, “Sister… why haven’t you taken off your coat… it’s poking me.”
Upon hearing this, Movira immediately wanted to take off her coat and throw it aside.
“I’ll take it off right away.”
Her actions carried urgency, afraid that this discomfort would cause the girl in her arms to leave.
“Don’t move.” But Seraphina held her hand, stopping her action.
Movira again didn’t understand what Seraphina wanted to do.
She saw Seraphina slightly raise her head; because she was still in a feverish state, her movements were a bit slow, her fingers weak, but her attitude very firm.
She somewhat clumsily went to unbutton Movira’s coat buttons, her fingertips occasionally touching Movira’s neck, bringing a cool sensation.
Movira remained still, allowing her actions.
Seraphina didn’t completely take off the coat, but merely unbuttoned the front buttons, opening it.
Then she did an action that made Movira’s heartbeat suddenly accelerate again—
Seraphina, like a small animal seeking a warm nest, buried her entire body deeper into Movira’s open lapels, pressing against the softer inner lining clothing inside.
Then, she pulled the lapels on both sides, gathering them in front, wrapping herself tightly; her whole person as if burrowed into Movira’s coat, completely enveloped by Movira’s body warmth and cool fragrance.
Isolating the slightly cool air outside, forming a warm space belonging only to the two of them.
“This way… it’s good…”
Seraphina’s voice came from the embrace; she only stuck out her head, with a satisfied sigh.
Movira completely didn’t know what the situation was now; she could clearly feel every inch of the curve of the body in her arms, hear Seraphina’s heartbeat pounding right nearby.
Could it be… Seraphina is actually very excited too?
Indeed, Seraphina was indeed a bit at a loss, or shame, or confusion—panic after her series of bold actions just now.
She somewhat didn’t know what she was doing, proactively approaching her embrace… and even burrowing into her clothes.
The scenes just now began to replay like a movie in her mind.
Every frame made her ears burn.
Was it because the fever burned her brain muddled?! Making her draw warmth from this once extremely dangerous embrace, even proactively seeking more…
…
“Um, Mo… Sister.” She finally couldn’t hold back, sniffed, her voice a bit low, filled with self-doubt.
“I… have I become a bit strange? Not quite the same as before, why would I… do such things? Even I feel it’s so unfamiliar.”
Seraphina mustered courage, looked up at Movira’s eyes, seeking a reassuring explanation.
“Have I… gotten so sick that even my brain is unclear? But, I feel very clear-headed.”
High fever and the weakness after initial recovery from serious illness indeed affect people’s thinking, making it easier to reveal dependence and vulnerability.
Movira of course knew, but she wouldn’t tell Seraphina; if she said it, wouldn’t all that Seraphina had proactively done just now return to zero?
This possibility made her panic.
“No such thing. How could it be strange? Don’t overthink.”
Such words obviously couldn’t provide an explanation, so she pondered and chose a relatively conservative statement, “Maybe just… tired, need rest. Plus, it’s very safe and warm here, so you relaxed.”
“So, don’t think so much, okay?”
Movira lowered her head, letting her breath more fully envelop Seraphina, softening her voice.
“Just stay quietly here like this.”
Then, as if thinking of something, she touched Seraphina’s forehead, “Mm… it’s a bit hot again; eat some food later and take the medicine once more.”
“Ah…” As soon as medicine was mentioned, Seraphina showed a bitter expression; the bitter taste of that medicine, even in the unclear night, was still fresh in memory.
“So bitter, so bitter.”
“But if you don’t take it, you’ll feel very uncomfortable.” Movira tucked Seraphina’s forehead bangs for her.
“Mm… okay.”
Seraphina勉强 ate a few bites of the food sent by Dekalorin’s people, then under Movira’s encouragement, finally frowned and swallowed the bitter medicine.
The medicine took effect quickly; accompanied by bodily fatigue, she soon fell asleep again.
After confirming she was indeed in deep sleep, Movira quietly got up and gently closed the door.
The celebration’s joyful songs and laughter came through the buildings, contrasting the even quieter corridor.
But Movira’s mind was completely not on that; instead, she went straight to Dekalorin’s office.
When she knocked on the door, it opened in response, as if waiting for a long time.
“She fell asleep again?”
On this celebratory day, Dekalorin had nothing to do, and since she was still sitting here, she had already anticipated Movira’s arrival.
“Mm, I have a few questions…” Movira sat opposite her, rubbed her tired brows, then told Dekalorin all about Seraphina’s abnormalities after waking up, and her self-doubting words, all at once.
…Her like that, I indeed couldn’t ask for more, but afterward I’m a bit worried.
This is completely different from before.
It feels, compared to before, one could say… crazy? Mental breakdown?
That fear of losing again after regaining intensified once more.
Dekalorin quietly listened, sometimes picking up the hot tea beside her, sometimes lightly tapping the desktop.
The expressions on her face also changed quickly, from initial worry gradually easing a bit, but all of these were stirring Movira’s heart.