Ah… It seems things are just a bit too blissful.
So much happiness, it’s practically overflowing. Well… last night, it really did overflow quite a lot.
Floleen slept the most peaceful and sweetest sleep of her life. Charlotte—his skin, his warmth, his everything—was right there by her side.
The exhaustion from last night had long since vanished, her heart brimming with the warmth of being treasured by Charlotte.
It wasn’t until the sun was already high that she slowly woke.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, still veiled by a haze of sleep. As she sat up, her hair was a little messy.
She looked around the familiar room in a daze, her voice soft as she called the name at the bottom of her heart: “Charlotte?”
“I’m right here.”
Floleen steadied herself, her gaze finally clearing as she looked toward the desk in the corner of the room—Charlotte was sitting there, fingertips pressed to an open Magic Book, his expression intent.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze curled up behind her—Floleen abruptly flipped out from under the covers, her fair skin tinged with a light blush, Blood Bat Wings softly flapping with the morning’s warmth.
With two quick beats, she landed steadily by Charlotte’s side.
Her snowy arms wrapped around his neck from behind, her slender fingertips pressing gently on the pages, stopping him from turning to the next one.
“What’s wrong?” Charlotte placed his left hand over her arm, his thumb gently stroking her smooth, delicate skin, his voice tender.
“Is it nice to look at?” Floleen bent down slowly, her breath brushing past his ear, a hint of playful complaint in her tone.
She wasn’t wearing a stitch at the moment, but didn’t care at all—there was only her and Charlotte here.
She had no need to hide her graceful figure.
After all, last night, Charlotte was completely powerless against her.
“It’s indeed quite interesting,” Charlotte’s gaze remained on the page.
“The design of the Magic Circle inside is really innovative. Its research direction is completely different from what I majored in, so it’s a brand-new field for me.”
He tried to turn to the next page, but Floleen pressed down even harder, keeping it in place.
Floleen instantly puffed up her cheeks, looking like an indignant little pufferfish: “I was talking about myself!”
She was clearly unhappy with his reaction.
How could Charlotte let her feel neglected?
He turned at once, eyes fixed on her, taking in every detail—snowy skin, lips naturally tinged with pink, just the right places rosy, the rest ivory white.
The blood-red of her Bat Wings complemented her luminous skin, every part radiating vibrant beauty.
“Mm, much better than the book.”
“Then why are you still looking at it! Next time, if you want to read, you can only do it lying next to me!”
“So that’s what you care about.” Charlotte closed the book as he spoke, setting it aside on the corner of the desk.
His gaze returned to her, not blinking even once. “If you want me to look at you, I’ll look as long as you like.”
Charlotte stared at Floleen, unblinking.
Such a direct gaze made Floleen feel a little shy.
Her Bat Wings behind her started flapping more rapidly, and she suddenly felt like hiding somewhere.
But on second thought, why hide? Wasn’t it exactly this look of hers that Charlotte liked?
Her wings kept flapping, as if searching for somewhere to hide, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was no need.
Wasn’t this man obsessed with exactly this version of her?
So she recalled her “Demon King” act from last night, and with a flap of her wings, she hovered in midair, as if sitting on an invisible throne, legs crossed, her springtime beauty fully displayed.
Yet she didn’t care at all—instead, she stared right back at Charlotte, boldly.
If there was anyone who should feel embarrassed, it certainly wasn’t her.
A slightly abashed Floleen revealed a shy expression, letting Charlotte feast his eyes.
“As expected, my Floleen is the most perfect person—more beautiful than anyone.”
“Charlotte, your mouth is so wicked,” Floleen’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red, her fingertip poking his shoulder lightly, “With sweet words like that, I wonder how many girls’ hearts you’ve stolen.”
“I only say these things to you.” Charlotte took her hand, his tone utterly serious, not a hint of teasing.
Floleen’s face grew even redder at Charlotte’s earnest tone.
She realized she was starting to lose control over this man before her, but instead of worry, she only wanted him more and more…
“Didn’t we agree before, that I’d take you out to have fun?” Charlotte moved closer, grabbing her delicate calf and pulling Floleen into his arms.
He took a handful of her platinum hair, breathing in its fragrance. “Today, it’s my turn to keep my promise.”
“Okay…..”
But before a girl goes out, there must always be a special “ritual.” Floleen had barely agreed before she bounced out of his embrace and dashed into the dressing room.
Not long after, she came out hugging a pile of clothes, spreading them out before Charlotte—even taking out the Victory Underwear she’d kept at the bottom of the chest, only ever worn for Charlotte on important occasions.
Floleen began her own fashion show right in front of Charlotte.
“Charlotte, look, how about this one?” She slipped into a light purple lace dress, its hem dotted with tiny pearls.
When she spun, the skirt bloomed like a flower. Her Bat Wings lay softly behind her, taking extra care not to mess up the dress.
Charlotte sat on the sofa, his gaze following her every move, his fingers unconsciously stroking his knee. “Mm, very pretty. The pearls make your skin look even fairer.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Floleen ducked back into the dressing room, soon emerging in a butter-yellow chiffon dress, the hem embroidered with tiny Bat Wings—a custom touch she’d asked the tailor to add.
She walked up to Charlotte, gently tugging at the skirt, eyes shining with anticipation. “And this one? I specially had the Bat Wing pattern added.”
“Also very pretty.” Charlotte reached out, lightly touching the embroidery on the skirt. “The pattern suits you, but I bet others would find it pretty strange.”
After all, in this world, there weren’t many who knew the Vies family were Bloodfiends.
The dressing room door opened and closed as she changed through dresses of pale pink, sky blue, and dark green—one after another, each sometimes paired with a little hat or boots with jingling bells, all shown off for Charlotte.
Floleen seemed to have found a new joy. Every time she changed outfits, she would trot over and wait for his appraisal, her excitement impossible to hide.
Charlotte was patient; no matter how many outfits she tried, he watched earnestly and would sometimes add,
“The bow on this neckline is very cute.”
“The bells on your boots sound lovely, where did you get them?”
He leaned back in his chair, watching her flit around the room, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting—compared to shopping outside, keeping her company like this, watching her dress up just for him, and listening to her chirp, “Does this look good?” made his heart feel even warmer.
All in all, he was feasting his eyes, no doubt about it.
When Floleen came out again, this time holding a pale blue dress, Charlotte finally stood up and gently embraced her from behind, not letting her change anymore. “If you keep going, the sun will set before we leave. This one’s perfect—let’s wear it and go out for some sweets, all right?”
Charlotte gave Floleen’s wings a gentle squeeze. “Don’t forget to tuck your wings away.”
Floleen looked at their reflection in the mirror, the two of them embracing, her cheeks tinged pink. She nodded obediently, “Okay.”
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