However, it was Frosi who caused all of this, and she hadn’t noticed anything unusual about Ivy. Instead, she kept her head down, lost in thought.
Just as she had suspected.
After being contaminated in Divin Castle, the faint fragrance she had smelled was actually the scent of Ivy’s blood.
So it was because she had drunk this little one’s blood that she had been able to resist the contamination back then?
This question surfaced deep in Frosi’s mind.
She had originally thought Ivy was just a useless toy, a rebellious little thing that even bit people.
It was only because Frosi wasn’t tired of playing with her yet, and still found Ivy somewhat interesting, that she hadn’t killed her.
But one day, when she grew bored, she would definitely get rid of Ivy without hesitation.
After all, keeping a rebellious creature like Ivy around was somewhat foolish.
However, judging by the current situation, even if she did get tired of playing with Ivy, it seemed she wouldn’t be able to kill her anytime soon.
This little one was somewhat useful, and even if Frosi drained all her blood, it would eventually run out one day.
Better to just let this little one live normally.
As for chopping off her limbs to use her as a portable blood vial…
Frosi didn’t intend to do that.
Although, from her perspective, someone like Ivy should have her limbs severed and be stored in a special container to carry around.
That way, she absolutely couldn’t run away and would have to stay obediently by her side.
No amount of rebelliousness would matter then.
But for some unknown reason, whenever Frosi thought about this, a strange feeling would quickly arise in her heart.
Frosi couldn’t quite describe this feeling.
It was similar to some kind of sympathy that repeatedly denied her decision.
This also meant that every time Frosi had the idea to cripple Ivy, she immediately rejected it.
If it weren’t for this strange thought influencing her judgment,
she would have chopped off Ivy’s limbs the first time she betrayed her and turned her into a true toy.
And Frosi’s intuition told her that if she really cut off Ivy’s limbs, something very bad would happen afterward.
It was as if, in the depths of fate, something was guiding her away from doing so.
Thinking this, Frosi’s hand unconsciously began to gently knead Ivy’s belly, occasionally tracing circles.
She looked very relaxed.
But Ivy, the one being kneaded, was in a sorry state.
She could only squirm restlessly, but was afraid that moving too much would attract Frosi’s attention, so she had to restrain herself.
Yet the strange tingling sensation from her belly was impossible to suppress, making her want to ask Frosi to knead more.
These two completely opposite thoughts tangled in her mind, making Ivy’s cheeks flush even hotter.
But she had no choice but to endure and let Frosi continue.
After quite a while, Frosi seemed to come back to her senses from her thoughts and pinched Ivy’s waist.
Ivy had just started to enjoy being rubbed.
But the sudden stimulation at her waist made her instantly jump.
Her body bounced right in Frosi’s arms.
Frosi looked at Ivy sitting on her lap, reacting so strongly, and a question mark slowly appeared before her eyes.
She had just pinched a little, why was the reaction so big?
Frosi slowly moved her hand toward Ivy’s waist, wanting to try again.
But as her hand moved, Ivy’s body moved along.
When Frosi moved left, Ivy twisted left; when Frosi moved right, Ivy twisted right.
Clearly refusing to let Frosi touch her.
Frosi narrowed her eyes slightly, curiosity piqued by Ivy’s resistance.
What would happen if she insisted on doing it?
With this in mind, her right hand caught Ivy’s wriggling body on her lap.
This time, Ivy couldn’t escape.
Frosi covered Ivy’s left waist with her hand, but as soon as she touched it, Ivy’s body bounced to the other side.
If Frosi hadn’t held on tight, Ivy would have fallen off her lap.
Frosi looked at Ivy thoughtfully. It seemed she had found Ivy’s weak spot.
Thinking this, Frosi tightened her grip with her right hand, restraining Ivy even more firmly.
Her left hand directly covered Ivy’s waist.
“Don’t—!!!”
Ivy immediately shouted in alarm, but Frosi completely ignored her cries and gently pinched Ivy’s waist again.
Ivy struggled fiercely, the strange stimulation making her involuntarily emit some sweet, tender sounds, desperately trying to dodge Frosi’s touch.
But Frosi had long anticipated Ivy’s attempts to escape. How could she let her get away so easily?
Frosi firmly locked Ivy in her arms.
“Don’t… don’t pinch anymore, um… please, stop…”
Ivy’s voice had started to crack with tears, looking extremely fragile—completely unlike the slightly tough image she had before.
Frosi pondered for a few seconds before releasing her grip.
Freed from Frosi’s hold, Ivy’s body immediately went limp, collapsing onto the ground like a puddle of liquid.
Frosi slowly stood and crouched in front of Ivy.
She pinched Ivy’s chin and lifted her head.
Seeing the tears shimmering in Ivy’s eyes, Frosi felt quite intrigued.
In the past, if she wanted to make Ivy cry, she usually had to beat her or do something extreme.
But now, she had only pinched Ivy’s waist a few times, and there were already so many tears.
Frosi looked at the tears at the corner of Ivy’s eyes and her pitiful, begging expression, silently pleading for her not to pinch anymore.
Somehow, smelling Ivy’s scent and looking at her like this made Frosi feel a strange sense of comfort.
This feeling puzzled Frosi because when she had been contaminated and smelled Ivy’s blood, she had experienced this same comfort before.
But back then, she hadn’t paid it much mind.
Now, suddenly, she felt an inexplicable attraction toward Ivy.
On a whim, Frosi leaned forward and gently licked the tears from Ivy’s eyes.
Ivy’s pale golden eyes instantly widened, filled with disbelief.
The next moment, her already flushed face turned bright red in an instant, even her ears blushed as her pupils contracted sharply.
After wiping away the tears, Frosi didn’t stop but instead pulled Ivy into her arms, burying her face in the hollow of Ivy’s neck and sniffing her scent.
Ivy, completely at a loss, stared at Frosi, who seemed like a different person all of a sudden, unsure of what to do and not even knowing where to put her hands.
What’s going on with Frosi???
Am I dreaming? Is this really the cold and ruthless Frosi I know?
Is this even right???
Ivy’s face was full of question marks.
Maybe she never actually survived that high fever and had died on the spot, ascending to the afterlife.
Otherwise, how else could she explain what she was seeing?
Frosi wasn’t tormenting her despite Ivy’s lack of favor.
Not only had her attitude toward Ivy returned to how it was before,
she had even started to show affection proactively?!
A warm touch traveled up Ivy’s neck, slowly approaching her ear.
Ivy was instantly terrified and hurriedly tried to pull away from Frosi’s embrace.
She absolutely could not let her ear be licked, or else all her weaknesses would be exposed to Frosi’s mouth, making it even easier for this bastard to control her in the future!!!!
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