This really was a bit too sudden.
Red almost shot straight off the sofa.
Compared to his own abs, Litt’s hand was so soft it was almost unreal.
Perhaps afraid of waking him, her touch was light—so light, in fact, that her cool fingers slid gently back and forth over the muscles, as she whispered softly,
“Mm… Looks like you haven’t been slacking off with your training.”
Honestly, the pressure of her touch gave Red an indescribable sensation.
It was a little ticklish, but at the same time, strange and complicated desires rose within his heart.
Especially since, through his half-opened eyes, he could see Litt kneeling on the sofa with one knee, her whole body almost pressed right up against his.
From the outside, anyone would think Litt was about to sneak a kiss on him.
And in this posture, Red could clearly see things he shouldn’t through the loose collar of her shirt.
Litt’s underwear… just like her appearance, it was almost overly pure.
Red couldn’t help but feel a little emotional at the sight of that innocent-looking style.
But right now, there was a bigger problem.
With his sight, touch, and even smell all assaulted at once, Red could feel his heartbeat accelerating, and some blood stubbornly flowing to places it shouldn’t.
Crap!
Red was startled.
At this distance, things could go wrong any moment!
He couldn’t let Litt keep touching him; if this went on, it wouldn’t just be awkward—it would be downright social death!
After all, Litt was pretty shy.
If she discovered his… length, things would never be the same between them.
At times like this, Red couldn’t help but think Letia’s personality was better after all.
Like hell it is!
If that monkey saw this, who knows—she’d probably eat a banana on the spot!
Cutting off his wandering thoughts, Red immediately reached out and grabbed Litt’s misbehaving hand.
Maybe surprised by the sudden move, Litt froze for a moment, looking at Red with disbelief.
“Pretending… pretending to sleep?”
Obviously, she was feeling pretty embarrassed too, and so was Red.
Especially with Litt’s unguarded collar in plain view, Red slowly turned his head away—but his eyes kept sneaking peeks against his will.
Ah… in comparison, Letia really does seem so pitiful.
Brother, brother, why are you turning your back to me?
Brother, brother, there are two pimples on your back!
“Ahem…”
Red shook the thoughts from his head and hurriedly explained, “Uh… that, it’s not my fault. I really didn’t know if I should wake up in a situation like that.”
This really was what Red felt, but it only made Litt’s cheeks flush a deeper red.
She hugged a pillow from the sofa and hid her face behind it, though she didn’t pull her hand away from Red’s grip, just letting him hold it like that.
She spoke in a very tiny, soft, hesitant voice.
“I’m sorry… It’s just, this was my first time seeing it… I got a little curious…”
At that, her face buried deeper in the pillow, her voice muffled.
“It’s even firmer than I imagined…”
Seeing the girl’s face red with shame, looking like she wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground, Red couldn’t help but silently flip a middle finger to a certain monkey in his heart.
Look!
See?
This is how a soft, fragrant girl should react, right?
No comparison, no pain—but really, sometimes Red wondered if Letia was built with the wrong software.
There was one time, after training, he was covered in sweat.
Thinking the bathroom was empty, he let down his guard…
Only to step inside and find a Letia there.
In the steamy air, the two stood face to face, nothing between them, gazes meeting—each fully aware of the other’s… proportions, yet both uncertain about their own.
Guess what Letia did first?
She whipped out a ruler, and before he could react, rushed over to measure him.
Is that even human?
Is it?!
Thinking back on it, Red could only weep inside.
“Sorry for disturbing your sleep…”
Litt’s voice brought Red out of his pit of despair.
He shook his head and tried to act calm.
“Actually, I don’t mind you touching me, Litt, it’s just… just…”
He scratched his face, his cheeks reddening.
“It’s just, being touched like that is a bit…”
Seriously, if he hadn’t stopped Litt a moment earlier, Red felt like his little brother would have risen beyond control.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Red changed the subject.
“I appreciate you wanting to cover me with a blanket, Litt… but if possible, please don’t do it like that again. I’m afraid I really won’t be able to hold myself back.”
“Sorry…”
Litt replied in a tiny voice.
Now, she was curled up in the corner of the sofa, her face still buried in the pillow, looking just like an ostrich hiding its head.
A stifling silence burned in the air.
Forcing himself to look away, Red’s gaze landed on the dinner table.
Just as Litt said, tonight’s dinner was a real feast.
On the porcelain plate, the Steak oozed rich juices, while the Basilcreamspaghetti gave off an irresistible aroma.
Two bottles of Red Wine sat quietly on the table.
There weren’t many dishes, but each one was beautifully plated, making his appetite soar.
Litt noticed Red’s gaze and carefully set down the pillow, timidly probing,
“I tried making something different tonight. I wonder if it’s to your taste?”
Seeing her like that, Red felt a warmth blossom in his heart.
He actually knew—compared to her usual Chinesecuisine, Westerncuisine wasn’t Litt’s specialty.
But even so, she still tried for his sake.
“Tos said… you really liked this kind of food.”
Of course, Tos never said that; Litt had figured it out herself.
Red just shrugged, thinking of his old self, and also of Lizi.
“Well, he was wrong. I’m not picky about food. As for why I have such high standards and skills, that’s just training from Dawnblade.”
“More than fancy dishes, I think sharing dinner with someone you like is what really matters.”
“Even cold bread would taste amazing, if you’re with the right person…”
Red suddenly paused at that point.
Had he just blurted out something he shouldn’t have?
He hurriedly looked up at Litt, only to see the girl frozen in place, her face so red it seemed like steam might rise from it.
“I… I’m going to take a bath!”
Red tried to explain, but Litt had already darted into the bathroom.
You’ve really got to wonder if the mask is influencing her actions.