The slightly cool air, the sensation on bare skin.
It’s indescribable, like the feeling of ice forming on the surface of water.
It always makes one impatiently crave warmth from someone.
But in the years gone by, Ji Yu Su had never experienced such a thing.
Gradually, the girl who had grown accustomed to being alone didn’t feel cold anymore.
But to this day, deep in the girl’s heart, she still harbored that longing for warmth.
Even if she herself wasn’t aware of it.
This happened to be the reason why she looked at the pillow in Sherya’s arms with jealousy.
Am I not even better than a pillow?
Why don’t you come and hug me, Sherya…
The psychology of the girl was both laughable and tear-inducing.
The majestic General Ji Yu Su, the jewel of the Ji family, the moon of the empire, had actually fallen to the level of being jealous of a pillow.
And it didn’t stop there.
She knelt on the soft bedding, agile and dangerous like a hunting leopardess in the jungle.
Silently, she approached her prey.
The poor “little white rabbit” hadn’t noticed yet.
But the sudden emptiness in her arms made Sherya emit a sorrowful whimper even in her sleep.
Her small hand instinctively sought to reclaim its source of warmth.
Swinging haphazardly in the air in front of her like a clumsy baby.
Finally, she caught it!
This eased the girl’s restless heart, and she could sleep peacefully and sweetly again.
But in her drowsy state at this moment, there was something she couldn’t quite wrap her head around…
Why did the “pillow” in her arms…
Become so big??
But it was still soft, emitting that comforting scent like tea and flowers.
In fact, it seemed even stronger now, compared to before, like the difference between scattered flowers on the roadside and a garden in full bloom.
Sherya gradually became immersed in it, unable to extricate herself.
Her small hands kneaded the warmth and softness in her arms like a kitten nursing, alternating between tightening and loosening.
This was the most relaxed and comfortable posture for a girl.
She let out a soft cooing sound like a kitten’s playful whimper.
However, Sherya didn’t notice at all, as Ji Yu Su’s eyes, darker than the night itself, froze, stagnated, and then began to tremble slightly.
Yet, for reasons unknown, as the master of the situation, she didn’t stop the elf girl’s actions.
She just indulged, losing her sense of propriety.
Outside the window, a gentle spring rain had started at some point, pattering softly.
The sound mingled with the rustling of bodies in the bedroom, the girl’s familiar breathing, weaving together like a natural symphony.
It was a performance that one couldn’t help but anticipate continuing endlessly, never reaching its conclusion.
As the rain grew louder, accompanied by the howling wind, the drops “pattered” against the misty window.
Suddenly, Ji Yu Su woke up from that hazy dream.
The young general easily broke free from the entanglement of the girl’s tender and fragile embrace.
In an instant, the dynamic between them shifted dramatically.
Ji Yu Su returned to her rightful place.
Her gaze coldly overlooked the small elf girl.
Her delicate figure was about to wake up.
First, her long eyelashes trembled gently like a butterfly fluttering its wings.
Then, her lips tightened, soft and enticing in pink.
Her small arms hugged her body as if lacking security.
And finally, she opened her eyes, a pair of clear and innocent deer-like eyes, filled with confusion.
With each blink, the world in front of her became clearer.
The terrifying darkness that enveloped her also became clearer.
The “darkness” had a stunningly beautiful face and a perfect, graceful figure.
How could there be such a beautiful woman in this world?
It’s as if the gods favored her, spending the most effort and care when crafting her.
Sherya was still dazed, transformed into a little fool.
At that moment, she wasn’t afraid at all.
Instead, she reached out her hand, wanting to touch Ji Yu Su’s cheek.
What a sacrilegious act, how could a slave have the audacity to touch her master…
But Ji Yu Su, for some reason, didn’t move away.
It wasn’t until Sherya’s soft fingertips were about to touch her cheek that Ji Yu Su snapped out of her daze, her pupils suddenly shrinking.
In the next moment, she forgot to control her strength and grabbed Sherya’s delicate arm, which seemed so fragile it could be easily broken, stopping her in her tracks.
Sherya’s body trembled, finally returning to reality from her dazed confusion.
Returning to the cold and cruel reality shrouded by the “darkness”.
Her pupils contracted to tiny points, and her cherry lips, unable to produce any sound, involuntarily gasped for air, continuously gasping.
“…”
Like a pitiful little mouse caught by a forest cat, unable to escape,
Ji Yu Su in front of her was still so beautiful.
But the overwhelming sense of oppression and deep fear she imposed had robbed Sherya of any admiration she might have had.
She knew she couldn’t break free from Ji Yu Su’s tight grip.
So all she could do was shake her head, shaking it incessantly, the sound of bells ringing clear.
“No… No, it can’t be…”
But the girl seemed not to understand.
The more she resisted, the greater the sense of loss in her heart.
And it bred a strong sense of rebellion.
The more the elf girl resisted, the less likely Ji Yu Su was to let her go.
Not to mention the worst part was actually the girl’s reaction when she woke up, which was completely opposite to her reaction to Ji Lian.
This contrast and difference would drive Ji Yu Su insane with jealousy.
She didn’t even need to exert much effort to clamp down on the girl’s struggling wrist, pressing it against Sherya’s scattered silver hair.
Then the other hand, also tightened its grip.
Sherya, enveloped in deep helplessness, had her tiny chest heaving violently.
Her eye sockets were already red all around, the glistening tears blurring her vision.
For a moment, there was only the intake of breath, no exhale.
Ji Yu Su actually felt extremely sorry.
But she didn’t know how to express it, and even if she did, she couldn’t say it.
Her clumsy tongue only managed to utter what sounded like a threat, yet was incredibly straightforward, essentially an assertion of dominance.
“…You are mine.”
“You can only be mine!”
My light of life, my desire.
My sins, my soul…
The girl’s eyes were almost devout.
If Sherya noticed, she would find that Ji Yu Su’s gaze was full of infatuation, deeply affectionate.
Far from just treating her as a convenient plaything.
But before this, Sherya had already closed her eyes in despair.
She didn’t want to see anything anymore.
To be treated cruelly, or to be treated as a plaything.
Just like being bitten by a dog…!
It doesn’t hurt, w-well… It doesn’t hurt.
But deep down, she was terrified.
Her slender legs involuntarily tightened, almost to the point of weakness.
Ji Yu Su actually didn’t know what to do in such moments, besides kissing.
She was clumsy in this regard.
If Sherya could just not be so scared.
Or even guide her actively…
Perhaps what Ji Yu Su could learn then was a gentle approach, like a spring breeze?
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