stonecrandall Chapter 95 : Did She Kiss Me?
Chapter 95 : Did She Kiss Me?
Chapter 95: Did She Kiss Me?
However, just as Lilia was overjoyed, thinking she was about to regain her freedom—
An abrupt change occurred.
Behind her, that originally steady breathing seemed to undergo an extremely subtle shift.
Immediately after, the arm she had finally managed to lift with great difficulty suddenly tightened as if it had a will of its own!
“Mm!”
Lilia didn’t even have time to cry out. She only felt an irresistible force surge at her waist.
The part of her body that had just barely wriggled free was forcibly dragged back again!
Not only that, but this time, Hera held her even tighter than before.
That soft body pressed flush against her back once more, without the slightest gap.
Lilia’s heart instantly sank to the bottom.
It was over.
She had been discovered.
Hera was awake!
Lilia froze in place, her mind going completely blank, already beginning to consider what kind of specimen she would be turned into. A standing one or a kneeling one? Should she strike a pose?
However, the cold interrogation she had expected never came.
The breathing behind her, after a brief moment of disorder, returned to its steady rhythm once more.
She… seemed to have only turned over unconsciously in her sleep?
Lilia let out a long breath, feeling as if she had just walked past the gates of death.
She didn’t dare move anymore, completely abandoning the thought of escape, preparing to play dead until dawn.
But at that moment, she felt Hera move again.
This time, Hera seemed to adjust her sleeping position, her entire body edging closer toward her.
Immediately after, Lilia felt something soft and warm lightly touch her face.
Moist.
Soft.
Carrying a faint, almost imperceptible sweetness.
The sensation vanished as soon as it appeared, so fast it felt like an illusion.
Lilia froze.
What was that?
Was it Hera’s hair brushing against her face?
She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch it.
But the moment that thought surfaced, she forcefully suppressed it.
She tried her best to glance toward her cheek using the corner of her eye.
Due to the angle, she couldn’t see clearly.
She could only vaguely make out Hera’s sleeping, breathtakingly beautiful face, now extremely close to her.
So close that she could even count those long eyelashes.
And Hera’s slightly parted, glistening lips were resting precisely on the spot where that warm sensation had just come from.
Lilia’s mind exploded with a “boom.”
That feeling just now…
Was…
An absurd guess that made every hair on her body stand on end surfaced in her mind.
Hera…
In her sleep…
Kissed her?
It must be an illusion! Yes, an illusion!
She must have been too tired, mentally dazed, and hallucinating.
Maybe it was just a strand of Hera’s hair brushing against her cheek—yes, that had to be it!
Lilia frantically built psychological defenses in her mind, trying to convince herself.
She remained frozen, not daring to move at all, her breathing nearly stopping, afraid that making even the slightest movement would wake the great demon queen behind her—whether she was truly asleep or not.
At this moment, she deeply missed her own little shabby room, small and dark as it was, at least where she could sprawl out freely while sleeping.
Time passed second by second in extreme torment.
Lilia didn’t know how long she had remained stiff, only that her entire body felt like it was about to petrify.
Finally, the steady breathing behind her changed ever so slightly, and the arm around her waist loosened as well.
Hera seemed to be waking up.
Her survival instinct instantly overwhelmed all her chaotic thoughts. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Lilia used every ounce of her acting skills and technique, wriggling herself out of Hera’s embrace bit by bit like a slippery loach.
When her feet finally touched the soft carpet, Lilia felt as though she had just finished a world-class martial arts finals match, completely drained.
She let out a long breath, not daring to waste a single second. Bending low, walking on tiptoe, she hurried stealthily to the clothes rack and began searching for her clothes.
Lilia had already cleaned her clothes yesterday.
She picked them up, just about to put them on—
When suddenly, a rustling sound of fabric came from behind her.
Her body stiffened, and her neck creaked as she slowly turned around.
Hera was already sitting up on the bed. One hand supported her head, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, covering most of her face and revealing only a beautifully contoured chin.
Those golden eyes were quietly watching her through the gaps in her hair.
Lilia: “……”
Her movements froze instantly, still clutching her skirt, the atmosphere becoming unbearably awkward.
Even more awkward—
She was currently only wearing Hera’s oversized black silk nightgown, which was practically long enough to be a dress. Because she had been so focused on escaping earlier, her movements had been too large, and the collar of the nightgown had slipped to one side, exposing a large patch of her pale collarbone and rounded shoulder.
Lilia’s mind buzzed, and she subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover herself.
But halfway through, she stopped.
Wait a second!
Last night in the bathroom, she had already been completely seen through, and even thoroughly “cleaned” from head to toe. Wasn’t it a bit too affected to start covering up now?
She had already taken off her pants—what was there to fear about being seen putting them on?
Having thought it through, Lilia simply gave up resisting and let things take their course. Under Hera’s ambiguous gaze, she calmly lowered her hand and slowly removed the silk nightgown from her body.
The smooth fabric slid down from her shoulders and fell onto the carpet with a soft thud.
Lilia straightened her back, took a deep breath, and began putting on her clothes piece by piece.
Although she outwardly pretended to be calm, putting on a “I’ve seen it all” attitude, that faint yet tangible gaze behind her still made her feel like she had thorns at her back.
Hera’s gaze was like an invisible spotlight, scanning inch by inch across her back, her waistline, and finally settling on her thighs.
Lilia felt her skin heating up, every pore screaming with embarrassment.
So humiliating! This was even worse than being stared at in a public bathhouse!
To cover up her awkwardness, Lilia could only speed up her movements. With a speed comparable to an emergency military assembly, she quickly pulled on her leather pants, put on her top, fastened the straps, and returned her short blade to its place.
The entire process flowed like water, so fast it almost left afterimages.
By the time she was fully dressed and turned around, the flush on her face had yet to completely fade.
“Master, good morning.” Lilia lowered her head, trying to keep her voice calm and steady.
Hera responded with an “Mm,” already stepping down from the bed. Barefoot, she walked across the floor and came to stand before Lilia.
Lilia reflexively tensed up.
Hera reached out and adjusted her slightly crooked neck ribbon.
Her cool fingertips brushed lightly across Lilia’s neck, sending a faint tremor through her.
“Why are you standing there in a daze?” Hera raised her eyes and glanced at her indifferently. “Come here. Help me change.”
“Ah! Yes.”