"I *Kazdail curse*!!"
Even though she knew there was a new contractor, the sight made the corner of the silver-haired girl's eye twitch uncontrollably.
In an instant, she grabbed the air with her right hand, and a rough hand cannon appeared in her grip, its muzzle hot and glowing red, aimed at the sneaky cat (or dog) on the bed.
Vishdair shouted angrily, "Let him go!"
"..."
Contrary to Vishdair's expectations.
The Lupus girl, cold as snow, had not been awakened by this immense killing intent but merely opened her eyes slightly and turned her head to look at her.
Her gaze carried a hint of confusion and bewilderment, as if wondering why she was so surprised.
Vishdair's eyes widened, "Huh?!"
Did you wake up long ago?!
And you're still maintaining this completely unclothed state?!
Of course, Vishdair interpreted all this as provocation, snapping the thread of reason in her mind.
